Tag: Torture sex

Surgeon Amputates My Limbs and Drills My Brain

Medical fetish phone sex

 

The surgeon has me strapped down to the hospital bed. I feel groggy after he had injected some kind of sedative. He says that I am prepped for surgery, but I didn’t ask for any surgeries. I see his tool station with all of the devices he will use to torture me. There lie surgical scissors, a bone cutter, sutures, retractors, a dilator, and a cranial drill. He had his sterile gloves on and was ready to tear into me. Even though he sedated me, I could feel everything that was happening to me. As he sliced into my leg, he noted all of the muscles, nerves and ligaments. Then, he took his surgical saw and sawed into my bones, completely detaching my lower leg from the rest of my body. I wanted to scream out in pain, but I was too drugged to make a sound. He continued with the rest of my body, cutting off my left hand and my right arm. Each procedure left me  in agony. Once I finally got up from my stupor, I screamed at the top of my lungs and begged for anyone to help me. The surgeon took his cranial drill and shoved it into my forehead so that he may continue his surgery in peace. 

Snuff Phone Sex is How I Will Ring in the New Year

snuff phone sexSnuff phone sex is how I will end one year and start the next one. I kill or torture folks year-round, but I do it several times a day over the holidays. I feel more charitable over Christmas. I like to put losers out of their misery. Some tiny, dicked asshole is miserable from constant rejection. That constant rejection turns him angry. And the world does not need any angrier men, right? When Pete walked into my Goth bar, he smelled of desperation and loneliness. That scent is always intoxicating to me. I love to put a desperate man out of his misery. He asked to buy me a drink but ordered me what he wanted not what I wanted. He assumed that a Goth girl alone at the bar would be happy with any kind of attention, I guess. I spiked his drink so I could get him out of the bar easily. Once he was in my car, he started mumbling some bullshit about how I will be getting a gift from Santa Clause soon. I knew whatever was in his pants was not a gift, but a nightmare. The torture sex was on me that night. I tied him to his bed naked and spread eagle. His apartment had no signs of a woman living there. Not surprising. I went to his kitchen to check out his knives. He was getting a free castration this Christmas. He was drugged but still able to hurl some bullshit that I would not tolerate. I cut his balls off. I did not use anything to numb the pain either. No alcohol. No lidocaine. No castration ban. I wanted him to slowly bleed out and go into shock. It is very painful for a man I am sure to have a bitch cut his dick and balls off. If the wounds are not cauterized, the torture flick becomes a snuff porn quickly. Just what I wanted. To kill another angry tiny dick loser. Who is next? I am ridding the world of angry, useless men, one at a time.

Daddy Made Me Fuck The Chair!

Torture SexWhen daddy got all drunk after Christmas dinner, he made me fuck his favorite chair! Daddy has made me do some fucked up things but over the weekend he made me do something I’ve never done before. Daddy made me fuck the arm of his favorite chair while he, my brother and his friends watched me. I was saying how much I hate the chair and its weird design, its an eyesore but daddy said the arm of the hair is kind of like a butt plug. He told me to take off my skirt and fuck the arm of the chair. At first, I laughed but daddy gave me a look to let me know that he would beat me if I didn’t do it, no matter how ridiculous it sounded. He told me I better make my pussy squirt; he wanted me to put on a show. I humiliated myself humping the arm of that chair, my stocking covered pussy was wet because I knew daddy would force fuck me if I squirted for his guests.Teen Rape Porn

Gangbang Rape Porn on Christmas Eve Because I am a Coke Whore

gangbang rape pornGangbang rape porn is not typical holiday fare. But then there is nothing typical about me. I look like a typical suburban housewife with her soccer mom SUV and 2.5 brats and a white picket fence. That is the illusion. Behind that picket fence, is a hot mess soccer mom who lives a lie. While my husband is at work and my boys are at school, I am doing dirty things to get coke. With it being the holidays, my husband and my sons are around all the time. I ran out of coke, however, Christmas Eve. I had to do some fancy talking to explain why I was leaving the house. I told my husband that I was going to help serve meals to the homeless. I thought he might want to go with, but luckily, he thought it was too cold outside for the boys, so he stayed home with them. I was in the bad part of town where homeless camps are, but I was making an ass rape porn with a bunch of men to get some coke. I was not being selfless. I am a greedy bitch. I want my coke and I will do just about anything to get it, including lying to my family and leaving the house on Christmas Eve. I was in this abandoned warehouse getting gangbanged by random men. No condoms. I even got smacked around a bit. Not the roughest sex I have had, but when it was all over, my ass was hurting. There had to be about 15 guys who took my asshole out for a spin. It was gaped open, partially prolapsed and oozing cum when I got back into my car to head home and pretend to be a normal soccer mom. My husband praised me for enduring the cold to serve the homeless. He thought I was sore from walking around downtown. If he only knew what a taboo phone sex whore I am… You won’t tell him, will you?

wake me up for torture sex

torture sex

My stepdad would wake me up to beat the shit out of me. Every time I wake you, Id knows torture sex would be what would be going down. He would spit on my bum and stick fingers deep in that ass, then your cock. Yes, slide that cock in my asshole. Wake me up to pain like no other. Don’t be gentle. Be fucking rough. You know I love it rough I may pretend I don’t, but I do. It’s all I care about a big dick torturing me and enslaving me.

There’s nothing like me being helpless, crying, and begging for mercy. Slide it deep into every single hole of mine. Watch me cry my eyes out and laugh on my face

Domination Phone Sex is Not Something I am a Stranger Too

domination phone sexI am no stranger to domination phone sex. I have been a submissive bitch for ions. I am not sure where it began. I never had a master in my life. I have not been owned. Well, I guess I am owned by cocaine. I think that is the root of my submissiveness. I will do anything for coke. This guy I was partying with last night told me I had to earn my coke. I am no stranger to earning it. Been trading my fuck holes forever to get a fix. At first things were not that bad. He would tell me to masturbate with toys or a beer bottle. Things I do when I am sober, LOL. But then he was getting more fucked up and it was like he switched to being an ass rape porn director. Suddenly, he only wanted things in my ass. Big things in my ass too. He had me go around the house and find objects to stretch and gape my asshole with. I had a wine bottle, a rolling pin and a big shampoo bottle. This was his house, not mine, so I did not really have my usual things like a curling iron and big dildos. He had me put things in my ass and cunt at the same time. He got out his phone and started filming me saying things like I am a worthless cunt. He was getting into my show. He put the camera on automatic and set it on the table because he wanted to double fist me. He said a fist for my pink and a fist for my stink. He was so far up each hole that he could lift me up off the ground. Now I was being held in the air by two fists. It was pure torture that I endure just to get some coke. He did not give me as much as I had hoped. But I got some and that is better than none. I am a slave for cocaine. Promise me coke, and I will be your taboo phone sex whore.

I’ll Force You To Cum, They Will Watch..

Domination Phone SexI love dominating men in front of their boring wives and bratty little daughters! It’s such a special experience dominating a man while his wife watches in horror and his daughter doesn’t understand why daddy is being used as my fuck toy. It makes me cum hard seeing a man submit to my wet pussy and my tight asshole like they have been turned into a blow-up toy. I’ll ride your cock hard while your wife tries to look away and your daughter gets more and more scared that I’ll use her too. I need you to know that you are my fuck toy and I will own you no matter who is in the room. Making you cum in me against your will with your bratty daughter watching will be my greatest pleasure!Ass Rape Porn

Knife Play Phone Sex Is Torture for You, Pleasure for Me

knife play phone sexKnife play phone sex is popular. Guys know that a woman who is fond of knives and knows how to use them is one sick bitch. I am a sick bitch. A knife takes skill and precision. Anyone can shoot a gun, but to maim, torture, or kill with a knife means you are in master class of sadism. I have amassed an impressive collection of knives over the years. Some of the knives in my collection are worth thousands of dollars because they date back to the 20s. I even have a few that are from the medieval times. My grandpa was a knife connoisseur. He taught me at a young age how to defend myself using knives. He gave me my first one. He taught me how to hunt prey with knives. He taught me how to torture men with knives. I gelded sheep with him before I ever castrated my first man. When my grandpa died, I inherited his knife collection and a bunch of torture sex devices. Thanks to him, I can kill, stab, slice, castrate, filet and gut a person however I want.

I kidnapped a teen twat last night. She is still in my cage in my dungeon. I have been torturing her for hours. She hit my car and went ballistic on me. She was intoxicated, but in high school still. Not old enough to be drinking. She was out of her league with me. Pampered, spoiled, twat was used to getting what she wants. With me, she is just getting tortured until I can find some one like you to fuck the shit out of her too. I could have killed the cunt on the spot, but I like to prolong the agony. So far, I have cut off her labia lips. I have pierced her nipples. I carved twat on her chest. I even burned her clit with a stogie. I am just getting started too. She will be a snuff porn star before long.

Kidnapping Phone Sex

Kidnapping Phone Sex

I can’t get over this kidnapping phone sex fantasy where you follow me home after a night out and just as I’m about to get into my car, you come up behind me, put a bag over my head and drag me into an unmarked van. You take me to a deserted warehouse and bind my legs as I’m in a half fetal position, my legs spread apart just enough to expose my pussy from behind. You position a fucking machine behind me and turn it on at full speed without warning, ramming my pussy hard and fast, and when I start to scream, you muffle the sounds by shoving our cock down my throat. The warehouse fills with sounds of me gagging on your dick, the dildo attachment on the machine sloshing inside my wet cunt. You cum down my throat, waterboarding me with your cum as I aspirate. Hearing me choke it down gets your cock hard again and you walk around and move the fucking machine out the way and get ready to take my ass. My hole is so tight that I scream as you rip me open with your stiff dick and my cries turn you on even more so, making you fuck me harder. You shove a hand up my dripping snatch and start stroking your willy from my insides. You explode deep in my ass, draining your balls before making me suck your dick clean. And then you leave me there, tied up, dripping wet, saving me for later.

No Place Like Someone Else’s Home for the Holidays

Home invasion phone sex

There’s nothing like home invasion phone sex for the holidays!  I like Christmas just as much as the next brainwashed consumer, but do you really think I’m going to spend all of my time and money decorating and and doing my place up for the season?  Of course I’m not but I don’t want to deny myself cheer and merriment and all of that bullshit.  That’s why, every December, I find a fun little family to hold hostage and use to create the Christmas that I’ve always wanted, the Christmas I never had.

It’s never hard to get into a place, I just use my door to door hunting tactic.  I go from house to house early in the month under the guise of giving out free advent calendars to families in the area.  I don’t mess with the ones who simply take the calendars graciously and send me on my way.  Their reward for being both nice and cautious is their lives, though they’ll probably never realize that they had won anything other than a festive box full of chocolates.  The first bunch of suckers to ask me if I’d like to come in out of the cold and drink hot cocoa with them, they’re my mark.  Nice, maybe, but not very smart.  Not very smart, at all.

When you go into an unfamiliar dwelling and the inhabitants are right in front of you, you have to be very inconspicuous with how you case the place.  I’m always sure that everyone in the family is present before I let myself loose, I don’t want any surprise brothers or sisters popping up mere hours into my plan and ruining everything.  A quick glance at the family photos hanging on the walls does it.  Once everyone has gathered and we’re enjoying one another’s company over hot cups of chocolatey goodness, I let them all know that I have more to give them than advent calendars.  Indeed, I have some really bad things in store for them for the holidays.

Mom and Dad will always react in one of two ways when I tell them I’m there to make sure their Christmas is hell, scoff or laugh.  Both responses are met with a ball peen hammer to the hand so they know I’m serious.  Everyone will scream, some of them will try to run.  To get quick control, I wrap Dad up in a choke hold, whip out my straight razor and tell everyone I’ll slit his throat if they move one more muscle or let out the tiniest of peeps.  Show the family that Dad is powerless against you and they’re all yours.

I have the offspring bind their parents, without variation.  I force the boy or boys to perform fellatio on their father and jack off all over their mother’s face while the girl or girls and I watch.  For days, the parents, bound the entire time, get violated and penetrated by their sons while the daughters and I watch.  After a week or so, through our many talks and shared observations, the girls start to understand my reasoning behind creating the ultimate suffering in their parents.  Stockholm syndrome at its finest.  A couple of weeks into the holiday hostage situation and they’re barking out orders and torturing their parents just like I would.  Even give their brothers some heavy handed treatment without any suggestion on my part.  It’s kind of crazy how it always works out in the same manner, as though I’ve tapped into some psychological nerve of fucked up families that lets me play them all like puppets.  That’s the best Christmas present I could ever get. 

Of course I have to off the whole clan when I’m done.  I like to do it by the new year, start the next one out fresh, but sometimes I have a little too much fun with my holiday families and stick around well into January.  The sister I befriended this year is crazy as hell, she’s going to kill her mom before Christmas even gets here if I don’t cool her out a little.  I guess worse things could happen, but I want her to be around to get her big present… watching her very own dear little ones tear their father to pieces as he screams and cries and begs for mercy.