Tag: Torture sex

Mutilation Phone Sex is My Favorite Fall Activity

mutilation phone sexI enjoy mutilation phone sex. But that’s because I’m a sick bitch. Torture only arouses me. Torture can take a lot of different forms with me. Usually, I mutilate a man’s junk. Sever his balls and carve up his dick. But sometimes I torture a little bitch too. I consider myself pro woman. Not that I like all women or even most women. Sometimes men try to force fuck Goth women, and I never stand for that.

But last night, I had to mutilate a fucking whore. And she deserved it. I didn’t even plan on torturing or killing anybody last night even though it’s October and I do kill and mutilate a lot more people for shits and giggles.

 Apparently, I grabbed the last almond milk off the shelf at the grocery store. This woman reached into my cart, grabbed it and called me a stupid bitch. As much as I wanted to react and stab her right there in the Kroger aisle, I like my freedom.

I’m smart, scrappy and savvy. So, I did what I do best. I stalked the bitch. Followed her home hoping she lived alone. And she did not appear to have a family. So, I waited until all the lights went out. And I broke into her house and tortured her for hours. She deserved torture sex, female or not. Self-entitled bitches who do something like that to me don’t get away with it. I just let her think she got away with it. Who acts like such a royal cunt over fucking almond milk.

Although I am a Sadistic Bitch, I Expect Decent Public Behavior

She woke up as I hovered over her with a big knife. She started to scream and I punched her. Oops. I broke her nose. A broken nose, however, would be the least of her worries. She tried to fight me, but I strapped her down tighter to her bed. Used my knife to strip off her nightgown, exposing her naked body.

Too bad she had a banging body. But what a bitch. I cut off her tits. Stabbed her cunt. Sliced her nose open. I even stabbed her in one of her eyes. It’s taken me a while to learn that technique. It can be hard to stab just right so you don’t kill them instantly.

I made the bitch suffer for hours. But I knew the sun would come up soon, so I had to finish her off. I stabbed her in the cunt and pushed upward so that the knife would come through her belly button. And I pulled the knife out and a bunch of her insides spilled onto the bed.

But the real mess came when I just stabbed her right in the hole that I created in her belly button. And then I just went all the way to her sternum like I was cutting a fish. I gave her the snuff sex death she deserved. And I used a lot of overkill. If she acted like that with me a total stranger, I imagine there’s a long line of people who wanted this cunt dead.

The overkill makes it look personal. And it seemed personal to me. There’s no need for such awful public behavior. But it did feel good to kill and mutilate that cunt. The world doesn’t need any more assholes and bitches.

Bloody phone sex makes my cute ass suffer

Bloody phone sex Bloody phone sex has my tender ass burning from the intense whipping I got today. I don’t just get a light spanking but a wave of agony across my entire body. He starts with the sharp cracks of the leather against my flesh. Each swing has the Master’s full force behind it. It doesn’t take long to break my skin. Master gets really hard when he makes me bleed.
It was hard to submit at first to such brutal, degrading acts, but the longer he kept me around, the more I realized how lucky I was to be there. A lot of girls like me end up leaving in a body bag after he’s done. I am so used to being filled with terror and revulsion that now I get wet at being his Torture sex slave.
The first strike always stings the most, and the last tells me it’s time for Master to fuck my ass. He’ll coat his hard cock in my blood and use it for anal lube. It’s warm, but it’s so sticky that it creates a friction that I can’t help but scream in pain. I’m lucky my screams and pleas turn him on, or I probably wouldn’t be alive right now. I think the best part of the whole thing is when I get to suck his dick clean. I make sure there is no blood or anything else inside. It shows him how useful I am to keep around!

Torture Sex is More Enjoyable with a Female Friend

torture sexTorture sex can be so much fun with the right partner. And over the weekend I met this girl at a bar. She looked like a trailer trash slut, but I still found her hot. Some guy at the bar appeared to be obsessed with her. He wouldn’t leave her alone. So, I stepped in and acted like her girlfriend and told him to get lost.

 But then he just started harassing us both. I was a little pissed off at the bar staff because they wouldn’t do anything to get rid of the guy. I asked some questions and discovered the guy harassing her owns the property. So, the bar’s landlord essentially.

Well, that does not mean he can get away with harassing women. So, I hatched a plan with my new friend. I told her he likely rents his space out to bars so for easy access to drunk women. He’s a predator. My father was a predator. So, I know something about identifying who don’t deserve their balls.

I don’t know what drew me to her, but I found her fucking hot. I wanted to see if her mind matched mine. So, I told her we should invite him back to my place for some castration phone sex torture. Because a man like him will keep preying on women. And one day he’ll prey on women not strong enough to fight him. But I don’t fight fairly. I drugged him.

Some Men Refuse to Take No for an Answer

I’m never travel without roofies. Since the drug takes about an hour to work, I put it in the last shot and suggested we go back to my place. This poor guy thought he would be banging two women. When the drug kicked in and our predator became incapacitated, we stripped him naked and tied him spread eagle to my dining room table.

 But my new friend had brought a big knife. Apparently, she goes to bars acting drunk and waits for the predators to come out of the woodwork. She already planned something before she even knew I had something planned too. Perhaps I prefer to let the pain linger. Torture him longer. But he harassed her more than he harassed me, so I let her run the show.

She sliced his balls off. Although he still appeared passed out when she did that, he quickly woke up. He let out a bloodcurdling scream, almost a high pitch, shrill woman’s voice. But I guess losing your testicles to a sharp blade might do that. I think she’s done this before.

Meeting Women with Equally Sick Minds Turns Me On

He bled everywhere. She started yelling at him telling him women don’t exist for his pleasure. And in that moment, I wanted to fuck her so bad. So, we fucked on the floor in his blood. He laid above us on my dining room table still screaming and crying like a little bitch boy.

This might be the first time I fucked in somebody else’s blood. But I found eating her pussy and tasting his blood at the same time hot. For a moment, I felt like a vampire. A sadistic phone sex vampire. Eventually, we cauterized his wound and dumped his body in an alley. It would look like he tried to sexually assault some woman, but she wasn’t having it. We neutered a predator and became friends.  A great Friday night.

Snuff Movies are Hotter to Make Than Watch

snuff moviesOctober is the perfect time to make snuff movies and chill. Notice I didn’t say watch them but make them. Sure, I can watch a lot of hardcore snuff flicks, but I find it more fun to make snuff flicks. To capture that raw fear of your victim on film feels exhilarating. Until you’ve made your first kill, you never realize the way it makes you feel all powerful. I love that feeling. Although a lot of people might say I have no conscience, I argue just the opposite. I only kill people who deserve to die. Not my fault that is a lot of people.

I don’t want to get political because I’m not sure that politics has much to do with people being jackasses. But I do believe people feel emboldened to act like fools. And when they cross my path, they die. The buck stops here.

On a few occasions, somebody hired me to kill somebody for no reason. And the victim I ended up saving and killing the person who hired me instead. That doesn’t happen often. Usually, people hire me to kill a problem for them. And that problem might be a pervert or maybe a gold digger or extortionist or blackmailer or just a crazy bitch.

Charlie hired me for killer phone sex. He wanted to kill this little bitch from the neighborhood. And he made her sound like an evil bitch. But since I always stalk my prey and gather my own Intel before completing an assignment, I quickly learned that he only wanted her dead because she rejected him.

Although I am a Stone Cold Killer, I Have My Own Form of Moral Compass

And he’s about 40 years older than this girl. I can’t just kill a girl because she told you no. Grow a fucking pair of balls you pussy. I don’t condone incel behavior. As a woman I know we don’t owe you jack fucking shit. If we don’t want to go out with you or we don’t want to fuck you, find somebody who will. And don’t act like women exist for you.

Although I did kidnap the girl, she lived. And Charlie died. In my usual fashion, I let the girl help me kill the very man who wanted her dead. It’s an important lesson for everyone to learn, but sometimes you just need to kill a man like Charlie.

She did not hesitate after I showed her encrypted messages between him and me talking about wanting her dead. And her only crime seemed to be telling him she did not want to go out on a date. The girl told me she had just turned 18. So, I suspect he asked her out before that birthday, making it even more perverted, because this guy just turned 63. Never been married either. No surprise there.

I Love Turning a Victim into My Ingenue

Well, he will not make his 64th birthday.  I taught the girl who rejected him how to make a man suffer. And I gave her several knives so she could experiment with torture. And I witnessed the change in her face when she plunged a knife deep into his gut. Hearing his insides slush around like that, plus hearing his screams no doubt got her pussy wet.

The death of a predator or somebody who means you harm feels intoxicating. You get hooked. And you want more. After that first knife plunge, she upped the torture sex quota. She sliced his dick off. I’m not talking about castration. She removed the entire dick. Leaving him with a little bloody stump to pee from. And of course, his balls, which I assume seem even more worthless now.

I told you I have a conscience. Although I do love to kill and I kill every chance I get, I’m not just going to kill some bitch for no good reason. And I don’t consider being butt hurt over rejection a proper reason to kill a young girl. I’m sort of a vigilante. But I’m part mercenary too. I do kill for money all the time. But normally, I’m killing because of some form of self-preservation for my client.

This dude just seemed butt hurt because a girl way too young for him said no to him. And I can’t allow that level of misogynistic behavior to continue. So, we flipped the script, and the victim became my sadistic accomplice. I even helped her dispose of the body. I think I might have a new ingenue.

I Make Violent Phone Sex Fantasies Come True

violent phone sexViolent phone sex fantasies I consider in my wheelhouse. As a sexy switch, I cater to all sorts of wicked fantasies. I can be your accomplice, which I prefer, your victim, or even a bad ass bitch who castrates or tortures you. I’m a Jill of all trades. Lately, I’ve been on an accomplice kick. And I plan to ride this as long as I can. It feels good not to be in the hot seat for once.

Billy and I go way back. He filmed me in my earlier films and bondage photo shoots. He called me up out of the blue and asked for a favor. Since he always treated me nicely, I felt obliged to help him. He has a client with a fatal attraction problem. Apparently, the guy can’t keep his dick in his pants, and he fucked a crazy bitch.

Now she’s claiming she’s pregnant and trying to extort him for money. If he doesn’t pay her, she will tell his wife and expose his extra marital activities. This guy makes Elon Musk look like he’s living paycheck to paycheck. Not sure how the guy makes his money. I did not want to know. The less I know about a client the better.

Some Bitches Fuck with the Wrong Man

So, I met with the client to get the details about the gold-digging hooker. I mean, she calls herself a sugar baby, but she’s a hooker. And apparently, she likes to blackmail men. I got all the information I needed about the girl and decided I would make a snuff porn with her.

Billy agreed to help me since he knew the man. Again, I don’t know all the information, and I like it that way. But I think Billy helped this client make problems disappear in the past. And I liked the idea of making a snuff movie with him when I was not the star.

She seemed easy to kidnap. But I don’t think she’s pregnant. I found her in a bar drinking a margarita with what appeared to be some other hookers. Excuse me, sugar babies. So, I posed as a fellow sugar baby, and I crashed their little get together. And nobody seemed to mind since I bought several rounds of drinks. Although they all seemed intoxicated, I just had my eye on one bitch. I gave her a ride home. Or at least that’s what she thought. But instead, I took her to Billy’s dungeon where he waited for the star of his next picture to arrive.

I Make Problems Go Away For Men Like You

She couldn’t fight because of how drunk she seemed. And I may have slipped her a little roofie too. We strapped her down to a sawhorse, and we tortured the bitch. Pure torture sex. We carved her up and we sexually mutilated her too. I’m talking we sliced off her nipples, stabbed her cunt and I carved gold digger into her chest. This bitch screamed bloody murder and kept asking why me why me. So, I told her. She blackmailed the wrong man. And I made sure she knew that her actions brought her to us.

I played with her for several hours while Billy filmed it. We can profit off her death. He can sell the homemade snuff flick. Plus, the client paid me very well to get rid of his problem. And I’m sharing that money with Billy since he served as my accomplice. And he deserved a finder’s fee anyway. He recommended me for the job.

I enjoyed torturing this bitch, carving her up and causing so much bodily harm and pain too. She gives gold diggers like me a bad name. I’ve worked hard for my money. And I’ve done a lot of things that I don’t like for money too.

But in this world, you need to hustle. I’ve never relied on anybody else to pay my bills. So, these young bitches need to know that they’re not too good to work. Sure, I take money from men, but I work for it like I did killing this bitch. If you have a problem you need to get rid of I think I can likely help you too.

Blasphemy sex hails the Dark Lord with pussy blood

Blasphemy sex Blasphemy sex is to serve the Dark Lord and gain demonic power. I do what I am told, and Master Daddy gave me the command to find our next sacrifice. A freshly ordained priest. A beacon of righteousness who met his end only because he thought I needed a savior! I played the innocent victim who was trapped by an evil man, using me for his evil pleasures.

The poor Priest was so naive. He was convinced that he could cleanse me of my sins and lead me back to the path of righteousness. He was a fool, and it was way too late to realize my sob story was just bait! He tried to leave, but my Master Daddy put a knife against his throat. He ordered us to take his cock out, and I started sucking it. He has a really nice dick; it’s a shame that he didn’t follow another path. He got hard so fast, which proves he is a pig just like the rest of us.

That cock was so hard, he was about to explode. Master Daddy stepped it up and ordered him to fuck my cunt for Satan. The Priest refused, so he got a slice on his cheek. He finally took the situation seriously and started fucking me. He was working that dick good. It was as if he was driven by some demonic possession; he found his rhythm, fucking me with a fervor that bordered on the divine.

Once he found his rhythm, Master Daddy stuck his dick in the Priest’s ass. We made a priest sandwich. He got a brutal ass fucking, each thrust, and the sharp blade sliced him. He was ordered to say he was a faggot whore for Satan, and he didn’t hesitate. He shouted as loud as he could. I think he was hoping that would save his life. But Master Daddy needed his blood, so after he shot his nut in that Priest’s ass, his throat was slit for Satan! Another Snuff sex sacrifice and such a highly valued one that my Master Daddy is more powerful than ever

Making Snuff Movies is How I Make Money, But I Might Die in One

snuff moviesI’ve been the star of snuff movies before. And honestly, sometimes I liked it. I think that’s because I am a submissive woman. And I have long understood that I’m here to be fucked. But once I hit 40 a few years ago, it became more challenging to get the good snuff gigs. And I know what you’re thinking. How can there be any good snuff gigs.

I’m talking about the simulated ones that although violent mostly fake. Sure, I might experience some ligature marks or a little bit of bruising but nothing that requires hospital visits or significant downtime to heal. But I can’t get those gigs anymore. I’m too used up. Which means I need to seek out the snuff filmmakers who even scare the more mainstream snuff makers. It’s not everybody’s cup of tea to watch snuff porn. But some snuff flicks seem too extreme for other snuff directors

Most Days I am Too Desperate to Think About Consequences

But an even seedier level of underground snuff films exists. And this level does not always guarantee that the star will survive or emerge unscathed. But they’re the only kind I can get anymore. So, I went to an audition recently desperate for coke money. What I make during phone sex might seem good to the average person but to a soccer mommy with a drug addiction, it’s a drop in the bucket. Regular porn does not pay well. The real money seems to be doing the stuff the average soccer mom can’t even dream about in her worst nightmare.

The director had me do all sorts of poses and test shots. He took closeups of my pussy and ass. He even commented about how used up my ass already looks. But I am an anal sex whore. For the longest time that’s how I made money, doing hardcore anal porn. And that led to the snuff industry. But now I’m too used for that too. So, I found myself naked in front of the director with one of the worst reputations in the underground world of snuff. Desperate times call for desperate measures.

When Will I Learn to Say No

We did a test shoot with me and some muscle bound executioner looking man. The director gave me $500 for the test shoot. However, I don’t know if I can go back for the full thing. Although I am no stranger to ass rape porn, this man destroyed my asshole more than any other people before him. The girth of his cock looked thicker than a fist. White guy too. The premise of the film involved a hitchhiking old whore who ends up in a sadistic man’s torture chamber.

The torture would be far worse than a massive cock up my ass, no doubt. This I understand. But if I go back for the full movie, I might end up dead. This man choked me out as he forced his monster cock up my ass, causing me to pass out several times. I still have a blue and purple ring all the way around my neck from where he choked me.

But I’m a dumb cunt most days and a desperate one too. So once my asshole heals, I know I will be begging him to put me in his full movie. If he paid me $500 just for a half hour test scene, what would he pay me for a full-length snuff flick with this beast of a man. I’m running out of options for making money. Unless maybe you want to pimp me out?

Lets Make A Teen Rape Porn Snuff Film!

Teen Rape Porn

Teen rape porn always makes my sadistic pussy so wet. Oh and you know I only get off to that nasty snuff phone sex so why don’t i just make my own murder phone sex fantasies with this stupid little blond bitch. This blond prom queen got my little brother into trouble and now she will pay. I tied her down on the dirty mattress her small A cup tits were perky and pink nipples were tight. Her bald pink pussy actually looked so sweet and tight. I smiled running my knife down her throat and laughing telling her how fun it was going to be to fuck and torture her stupid blond body.

 

Snuff Phone Sex

She screamed as i rammed my black twelve inch long two inch this strap-on in her virgin pussy. I tore through her Hyman and was enjoying fucking her tight little cunt and telling her i would see her in hell. I slowly did a y incision on her chest and spread her open. I loved watching the light in her eyes dim. Snuff sex was the best. All my clients love teen rape porn and now I made one they know is sick and twisted like they are.

Devil’s Delight

Torture sexI lit the candles, casting eerie shadows on the stone walls. He was already waiting for me, spread-eagle on the table, arms and legs bound. He squirmed as I approached, eyeing the torture tools laid out before him.

I ran my fingers over his skin, feeling him shiver. “You’ve been a bad boy,” I purred. “And bad boys need to be punished.”

I picked up the whip, snapping it against his thigh. He yelped, arching off the table. I smiled, admiring the red welts already forming on his skin.

But I wasn’t done yet. I grabbed the clamps, attaching them to his nipples, watching him writhe in pain and pleasure. Then I slid my hand between his legs, gripping his hardening cock.

“You like that, don’t you?” I said, stroking him slowly. “You like being at my mercy.”

He could only moan in response, lost in a haze of agony and ecstasy. I kept toying with him, bringing him to the edge over and over again, never letting him come.

Until finally, when he was begging for release, I climbed on top of him, impaling myself on his cock. We both cried out as I started to ride him hard, my cunt gripping him like a vice.

I fucked him until we both came, our bodies shaking with the force of our orgasms. As I collapsed on top of him, I whispered in his ear, “This is just the beginning, my pet. There’s so much more I want to do to you.”

And I meant it. There was no end to the depravity I wanted to explore with him, no limit to how far I would go in subjugating him to my every whim and desire.

Roleplay Phone Sex Turned into Medieval Torture

roleplay phone sexI love roleplay phone sex. And I do not even mind a little violence mixed in. I have made my share of cosplay porn. And trust me in the seedy underworld of snuff that I travel, I’ve been everything from a schoolgirl to a witch in these sorts of porno films. A director that I work with often because he’s got the greatest coke called me up. Usually, I call him begging for a gig so I can earn some money. But this time he called me because he had a client who wanted to do a Halloween themed porn. Of course, I said yes.

And I didn’t really think about the particulars. I never ask the right questions. Hell, most of the time I never ask any questions except for how much money or how much coke I will receive. Because that’s all I care about. But not asking questions gets me in trouble every time.

When I arrived at the studio, I didn’t see the usual people there. Clearly, this would not be a big production snuff porn. But it didn’t matter if the film would be seen by only one person or many. Because I just did it for the money.

Perhaps, I Will Never Learn to Ask Questions or Say No

My director friend sent me a script, and it seemed harmless enough. I would be a witch being punished for casting spells on people. However, it seemed a little unclear what my punishment might be. And once again, my dumbass did not ask questions. I had tunnel vision. I just wanted the coke. Well turns out that me being a witch wasn’t all of the story. This cosplay porn had a medieval torture theme. First, my costar hung me from a scaffold and whipped me. Whipped so hard the flesh tore from my body.

I knew I would regret this. Because I started to regret it once I felt blood trickling down my back. It felt like medieval torture sex. Although I’ve been tortured sexually most of my life, this felt like nothing I experienced before. My costar inserted this device that looked like a steel cone in my ass. Although I’ve had bigger things up my ass before I had never experienced anything like this. My costar cranked it, and it turned my asshole inside out, causing it to bleed profusely. This felt worse than anything my ass experienced before, and my ass has experienced a lot.

More torture occurred. But nothing topped that steel cone in my ass. By the time this film concluded, I looked like a bloody swollen mess. However, I did have my money. However, honestly, I don’t think it feels worth it. Because now I’m out of commission for a bit. And it’ll be a while before anybody can fuck my ass again. Why do I never ask the right questions or any questions for that matter? One of these days I will end up dead.