Tag: Torture sex

Torture Sex of Male Genitals is My Favorite Thing to Do

torture sexI got to use my best torture sex techniques on a loser last night. He wanted me to castrate him. Begged me to do it too. I was at a bar and this loser recognized me. He had seen my ad on a fetish site. I advertise castration services. He told me this sob story about how he has a loser cock and has long wanted to be castrated. He was talking to the right woman. The thing is I do not take a man’s junk for free. Why would I? You want me to whack your short stack, you must pay me for that honor. I do not want to touch or look at that pathetic nub for free. Consider it a nuisance fee. Your small dick is a huge nuisance to me and every other woman around. This fucking loser told me he was broke. I walked away. His small dick is his problem. He wants it gone; he can whack it off himself. Castration phone sex is a service and it’s not free. The problem was he would not leave me alone. He was baiting me into a free castration. Since that was the case, I decided to make it hurt. I used a rusty knife. I did not tie off the balls first to restrict the blood flow, so the bathroom of that bar looked like the elevator in The Shining. It was a complete blood bath. That is in part too because I would not cauterize the wound. Usually, I use a frying pan or even an iron, but I was in a bar and this fucker wanted it done. I made him chug some whisky down to dull the pain. I wanted to snuff him there, but snuff porn in a bathroom in a bar is not very discreet. Castration, however, probably happens more than we know in public places. I put his belt in his mouth to bite down on and it was bye bye balls. He bled. He fainted. I put his balls on his chest, washed my hands, and left the bar. He asked for it, he got. Just like you will.

Torture Sex Can Go too Far Even for a Seasoned Pain Slut Like Me

torture sexTorture sex is always profitable. Not always enjoyable for me, but if I can withstand the pain, I can make bank or at least have enough to score some blow. The cost of coke has skyrocketed. There are less dealers around too, so I must go to the ones I use to avoid like the plague. Beggars cannot be choosers. I go to whoever has coke and do whatever that person wants.  Marc wanted to abuse me first on film. He told me that he had some guys who pay to see women abused. I am not talking about slapping me around or rough sex. I mean electrocution, cutting my flesh, penetration with large objects and strangulation kind of torture. It was worse than snuff sex. I mean this guy was getting off on really hurting me. He was directing his assistant to do the bodily harm. He was my costar I guess and the asshole who had the coke was the director. I was struggling to keep up with everything that was being done to me. I could smell my burning flesh. I did not like it one bit. My nipples were smoldering from electrocution. My throat was restricting from the strangulation. I think he collapsed part of my trachea because I was making a weird whistling sound out of my mouth and my neck was black, blue and purple. I had cuts all over my body that were bleeding at a steady rate. I think my nose was broken. Pretty certain, I have some kidney bruising from the sucker punches too. I am a masochist. I love pain, but this was way over my threshold. I puked on camera. I pissed myself and I was crying. I begged to be released. Said fuck the coke. And for me to do that it was way too much torture phone sex pain. He did not listen to me. He just kept torturing me until I passed out. I woke up naked on the floor with a bag of coke beside me. I had to lay there all night before I had the strength to even do a line.

Real Goth Teen Phone Sex Means Real Pain

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All of these little goth teen phone sex bitches who think they have dark souls because they had a rough life need to get a fucking clue.  And I’m going to give it to them.  Those gloomy girls need something to cry about other than mommy and daddy not giving them as much attention as they’d like.  So, as it goes, I’m going to give them some attention that they’ll definitely hate to ensure that their dim outlook on the world is well founded and that the crocodile tears they love to cry are filled with pain.

Imprisonment works wonders for making a tragically gothic styled girlie feel the bleakness of their bland and boring daily lives.  I keep them locked up for a couple of days without any contact with anyone, even myself.  48 straight hours of solitude in a dim and dingy basement is living hell for a teen slut.  No texting, no social media, no parents to get into some weird, angsty fight with.  Just their completely naked, stripped down selves in an empty cell.

When I finally show up in their cold little prison, they always start crying and pleading with me to let them go.  Always.  I tell them that I will in due time but they aren’t ready to be released yet.  I’m not lying to them, I mean it.  I like the potential in them, they just need some help realizing it so they can live a truly melancholy life of gothic misery.  I want them out there in the world spreading their little bits of misery to everyone, but first, they have to learn their lesson.

When I strap them down, they fucking lose their shit.  Those mere moments of freedom between the cell and the Saint Andrew’s cross I lock them up on for proper torturing purposes gives them a glimmer of hope, but the iron shackles locked tight around their ankles and wrists rips it away instantly.  Sometimes they get violent and try to bite or headbutt me, it messes with them so much.  I get it, I don’t blame them a bit.  But I can’t be getting knocked out by some random slut’s oversized forehead or what have you, so I encase their cabeza’s in a big heavy skull mask.  Cools their jets instantly.

From there, I shove a fat black dildo that I attached to the end of an ax handle deep into their counterfeitly catastrophic cunts and take them through whippings and beatings with various tools and implements.  Wooden spoons and stinging nettles are a pretty fun flogging combo.  For me, anyway.  I’m also fond of taking handfuls of thumb tacks and throwing them at my captives as hard as I can.  Leaves really cool marks and sometimes I even get some to stick, it’s pretty fucking funny.

As promised, when I’m satisfied with my work and am certain that they’ll never forget the time they spent with me, I take them out to a completely random location and let them go.  What they do and where they go from there is up to them.  I like to think that they go on to spread real pain and suffering throughout the world instead of the fake as fuck, woe is me grim and gothic phone sex shit that they did in the past.  We’ll see.

 

Castration Phone Sex is a Risk With Me Because I am a Sick Bitch

castration phone sexI was in a castration phone sex mood last night. That is not uncommon. Most men piss me off. They think because I have a pussy I will just be spread and ready for them. I am not a typical girl. If you have called me or met me out at a Goth bar, then you know fuck calls are not my thing. I need violence to get off. And don’t even think about it. No violence towards me. I am not your bitch or your whore. If I am going to cum, I need to hurt you. Now, sometimes that is just a cut or a stab. But sometimes, you die while fucking me. It is a risk you take having sex with a sadistic bitch. I am like a female praying mantis. They bite the heads off their male lovers after copulating. They get what they needed from the male species, kill the lover and move on. Now, I do not always kill a male lover, but when I do it is because some loser gets all sappy over me. I do not spoon. I do not do pillow talk either. I do not give a fuck about your day. I do not give a fuck about cuddling. Troy would not shut the fuck up after we fucked. He wanted to know what my dreams were and my astrological sign. He got to star in an impromptu snuff porn. Normally, I am not an impulsive killer. I plan and stalk my prey, so I do not get caught. But Troy was the most annoying mother fucker I ever fucked. If I went to jail, no better kill to send me there than that sappy ass loser. I cut his cock clean off and stuffed it in his mouth. I did not cauterize the wound. I let him bleed all over his bed. The kill had jilted lover all over it which was not exactly the case. This was not a revenge kill. This was a mercy killing. My mercy. If I had to hear him yap one more time, I was going to kill myself. Hey, consider yourself warned. I am a taboo phone sex bitch not a GFE.

My Ultimate Gang Rape Fantasy!

Rape Phone Sex FantasiesAll the abuse I’ve taken from daddy has made me a real gang rape fantasy whore! The only thing I think about when daddy isn’t beating me is getting dressed up like a slut and getting myself violated. I would go to my nearest college campus and get way too drunk at a frat party, I’d pretend to be passed out with my legs wide open in the nearest bedroom. My dream is to wake up with a room full of hot and horny fraternity brothers all with their cocks out. I’ll pretend to be scared and beg them to let me go but deep down my pussy would be pounding in excitement. I’d be slippery wet by the time I took that first cock; it would feel so amazing to cum on that force fucking cock while my other holes are being prodded open. I’d begin to squirt once they stuffed that third or fourth cock in me, I’d be cumming so hard their cocks would start shooting load after load into my cunt and ass. Of course, I’d want my tits and face covered in cum too, I’d be the best gang rape fantasy victim they’d ever had!

Satanic Evil Phone Sex

Satanic evil phone sex is the kind of fun you get with Morticia. I’m a sadistic satanic kinda gal. My sole game is a soul game. I will eat your soul and puke it up to the rabid beasts of hell. I want your soul, I need your soul, and I will devour your soul. We will have a ritual of tantric sex and my lizard like tongue will slither inside you and lick that soul right out.

I want to make you crave that young virgin pussy to sacrifice and destroy and violate. So let’s commit some hot debauchery at some sacred religious place and raid the virgins of a suppressed existences to ruin and desecrate. I am the evil seductress that can make you do anything for me. Your will is not yours it is mine, just like your soul is doomed and owned by me to sell and trade for drugs or ritual items.
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Torture Sex And Rape Phone Sex Fantasies Fulfilled With Young Slut

Torture sex is what the little slut next door got. Their parents leave her alone all the time. I told her to come by and like a dumb young slut, she did. I gave her a special punch that knocked her out. I had my friend coming over and i was going to use her to fulfill my Rape phone sex fantasies.

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She looked like a cute little bald pussy slut who would do anything if you just gave her some attention. I undressed her and tied her hands up. I put a ball gag in her mouth in case she woke up. When my friend walked in and saw her little body tied up, his big black cock poked out of his pants. He didn’t want to wait any longer and shoved his cock into her tight bald pussy hole. I watched as my rape phone sex fantasies were coming true and i played with my cunt. He gave her the first taste of torture sex. I could see her little hole bleeding as he ripped it open with his big black cock. He doesn’t stop until he filled her cunt up. We were not done with her yet. I knew her mother wouldn’t get home until early morning, that is enough time for me to get some live Ass rape porn. 

Snuff Movies and Ass Porn I Have Auditioned for All My Life

snuff moviesI have auditioned for a lot of snuff movies in my life. Story of my life really. Even before I got married and started a family, I did a few snuff flicks. I have never been very high brow as they say. I have had a coke addiction since I was a teen girl thanks to my coke addicted, incest loving mother. This apple does not fall far from the tree. I needed money last week, so I answered this ad in the back of a dirty magazine. It was a bondage and hardcore BDSM magazine. The kind I use to pose for when I was younger and hotter. Turns out the director was the very first director to star me in an ass rape porn video when I was 18. He remembered this red-headed nasty freak even though it has been 20 years. He said I have not aged one bit. He was too kind. He made me an anal sensation. For awhile there, I made top dollar doing hardcore anal sex porn. Then I got labeled as a druggie and unreliable and a bit used up, so the legitimate studios blackballed me. This director was once only working with the top tiered fresh meat, but he is older and has had some legal issues, so now he is a broker. He makes underground violent films for private viewers. This was a hardcore ass film, and he knew it was his lucky day seeing me in front of the camera. I took some sexy stills like the one in this blog before the fun began. I got a large metal hook in my ass and some studio assistant hoisted me in the air. I felt like a BDSM Peter Pan swaying back and forth. Then suddenly, the assistant let me fall to the ground. It hurt. I was stunned. The hook fell out of my ass but was quickly replaced by cocks. Suddenly, a small army of men with huge cocks made me their gangbang rape porn star. The meat hook was just to stretch my ass out. At one point I had I think 6 big black cocks in my tiny asshole. This was nothing like the soft-core ass porn I did for this guy in the early 2000s. This was a violent gang bang that went on so long my ass prolapsed and went numb. I got my cash and coke, but it will be a while before my ass heals.

Ass Rape Porn Violation Vids Are Hot!

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Hands down, the most popular violation videos I film are the ass rape porn videos.  Yeah, the snuff stuff gets a lot of traction and a lot of my crazy customers like my creepy monster shit, but I could combine the total sales of both plus the sales I get from my recorded bloodshows and just barely reach the grosses I get from forcing unwilling fuck pigs to get butt banged on film.

The cool part about it is I don’t even have to stalk and nab the nookie holes I want to exploit.  I put out an ad for “models” who want to get into “film” and they come right to me.  I don’t let them see who is going to be getting into their asses.  In fact, I don’t even tell them they’re going to be doing anal at all.  I pay them, have them sign the waiver then let the games begin.  Makes the scene feel more real.  My customers pay well for realism.

Here’s a secret; I don’t pay the men in any of my films.  They know going into it, I don’t cheat them out of anything.  Having the freedom to do whatever they want to a skanky little whore’s disgusting fuck holes is payment enough.  They get to be as rough as they want, barring killing or mangling the bitch, and can blow as many loads on or in her as they want.  That’s payment enough.  The only thing that absolutely has to happen during their scandalously sadistic sex scene is plenty of rough anal penetration.

You can perform, you can buy or you might just watch, but the thing I know for certain is that, one way or another, my messed up ass rape porn videos are going to work their way into your life sooner or later.  Hot tip; If you don’t want to risk taking an unwanted dick delivery up your cornhole cavern, don’t answer any ads looking for “models” or “dancers” or what have you.  It’s probably in your best interest.

 

Castration Phone Sex with Sadistic Bitch Venus

castration phone sexCastration phone sex is among the most fun a sick bitch like me can have. I remove junk for all sorts of reasons. My parents and grandfather did not raise me to roll over for any man who looks at me twice. Just the opposite. They raised me to be an independent woman who does not need the attention or support of any man. I have no time for the kind of men my family warned me about. As I age, I realize the group of self-entitled men who think women are just props for them has grown, not dwindled. I am evening the score. Avenging women who are not as strong and independent as me. I get wind of where predators hang out and I dupe them. I do not look like the type who attracts the shallow men looking to explore their rape phone sex fantasies, but I am a chameleon with my looks. I dress up, don a blonde wig and act dumb and unsuspecting and the predators flock to me. At this hotel bar, the predator was the bartender. He has been spiking the drinks of women staying at the hotel alone and getting their room numbers when they bill a nightcap to their room. He has a master key of some sort and comes into their room once the roofie kicks in. You cannot outsmart this sadistic bitch. I was waiting for the pervert with my big knife. When he crawled into my hotel bed, I sprayed him with mace and handcuffed him to the bed. As I suspected, a little dick no one would miss but him. Why is it that I can count on the sexual predators of the world to have shrimp dicks? I thought about the torture sex pleasure I would get if I took his stump of a cock too, but I opted for just his worthless nuggets. This way he will never get an erection again. That means his days of forcing his pathetic nub on women are gone.  Another predator bites the dust.