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Playing Both Sides And Loving It Part 2

Torture sexHearing his words.  Knowing this was my chance to do to this little cunt bitch exactly what I wanted done to me.  I walked right over to the dope up bitch and backhanded her hard across her fucking face.  Then immediately I stripped the little whore down.  She was drooling and trying to mumble the words please no stop.  I just laughed at her  and told her to shut the fuck up.  The man that was with us (sorry never found out his name.) put in a Snuff porn video for entertaining background noise.  I started to twist at this cunt’s nipples and cunt lips.  Taking my cigarette and burning her.  Laughing as her screams were muffled by the drugs in her system.  I grabbed a knife from the kitchen and started to cut at her flesh.  Just enough so she can feel the pain and I can see the blood.  She tried to fight me off but in her doped up state of mind she could barely move.  Just become a blubbery pile of shit on the floor.  I grabbed some salt and poured the salt into her open cut wounds.  Her body lashed at the pain I was inflicting.  This made my cunt sloppy fucking wet.  I saw a bat near by and whacked her a few times hard in the stomach and on the thighs.  Before shoving the bat deep in her cunt. Sliding the bat in further and further with each stroke.  Torture sex brings out the best orgasims in me.  The man was relishing in all this torture I was inflicting on this bitch.  His fuck rod was fucking hard as a rock. He walked over to us and pushed the bat out of her and shoved his cock in her.  He told me to start bashing her head in with the bat.  I squirted right there in my panties with his words.  “Ohh  Yes I shouted out!”  As I began to smash her head in.  feeling every blow that hit her head vibrate through the bat.  Oh My God what a fucking turn on this all was.  She was lifeless and he was still pounding away at her dead body.  Then he turned his attention to me.  And I knew exactly what I was in for.  The time of my fucking life!!!


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Playing Both Sides And Loving It Part 1

Mutilation phone sexI love being beaten, tortured, mutilated, drugged, raped, and hopefully put to death someday. But the other night when I was making myself vulnerable by walking around in a bad neighborhood. Wearing a short skirt, with no panties. A low cut shirt, with no bra. And three inch black heels. I walked into a bar and ordered myself a drink. I went over to booth and sat down. I started to sip my drink Vodka tonic. I saw that there was this guy staring at me. I did recognize him from the neighborhood walking around as I do. I picked up on the vibe he has very nasty thoughts. They we were making eye contact I could read his every kinky dirty little thought. He walked over to me and sat down. He said that he recognized me as one of the druggy whores you give it away for free. I giggled at his words. Taking my foot and rubbing up against his leg. And biting on my lip. He leaned in and uttered the words if you come with me I will give you what you want and more you piece of shit garbage. These words going straight to my soaking cunt. I will follow I whispered in a lustful voice. I had no idea what he meant but I did not care. I was not sure what was ahead for the evening but I could tell it would be painful and satisfying all at once. I followed him to his apartment. When we got inside there was a young girl all ready, with her wrists cuffed. She was doped up on something the needle was still hanging out of her arm. He threw me to the ground and said in a very harsh voice. “You are gonna help me to fuck, torture and mutilate her. Then help me to snuff her ass right out. Then I am gonna turn on you and do all the same to you. So what you want done to you, you better do to her cunt hag.” This blog is getting kinda long so I think I will break it up into different parts. Look for part two. Cannot wait to share with you.


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Snuff porn Dream

Snuff pornI had a dream last night I was walking home from my shift at the dinner.  When I heard a vehicle pull up behind me,  I was so tired I was not paying much attention when they stopped.  WIthout warning I felt a brutal tug on my scalp as my hair was yanked and I was dragged backwards into a cream color van.  Inside the van were five guys.  I tried to fight but was soon overpowered as they all punched and kicked at me.  Ripping and tearing off my clothes.  Laughing and taunting me. Binding my wrists behind my back.  Calling me a white whore. A fuck pig.  They took their time and turns in each of my holes.  I could feel cigarettes burning my body.  Lighters held to my tits. Smelling my own burning flesh as I cry out with intense pain and pleasure all mixed into one. They knew I was cumming hard they could feel my cunt clench around their cocks.  They could see my ass pushing back on their cocks.  They could hear my soft moans threw my screams that echoed in the van.  They were taking belts and whipping me. Cutting off my air way, letting me get a breath or two.  Then cutting my air supply again.  Letting me pass out and waking me up with a some kind of torture and pain.  My cunt and ass got fucked with a gun and I could hear the one guy saying “play russian roulette with this white pig cunt.”  I could hear the revolver click as he pulled the trigger.  I jumped in fear and ecstasy.  I was as much turned on as I was in pain.  And these men knew it.  When they had drained their cocks of all their cum, and piss.  And had nearly burned and beaten most of the flesh off my body.  They took the gun and  placed it to my head.  This time the gun was fully loaded.  The last thing I heard was them laughing over my body.  Then without warning I woke up my sheets wet from my cum. Dam I always wake up at the good parts.


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Fucked to Death by BBC

sadistic phone sexYou wouldn’t think a woman my age could be this horny. I mean, most proper ladies settle down to crochet and raise grandbrats. And here I am still wanting every cock I see. I got in a little over my head this weekend while being a druggy slut. I picked up this black guy at the club and followed him home. He said he had some good drugs. What he forgot to tell me was that he lived in a halfway house with 6 other guys on parole or were recovering addicts. We were making out on the couch and I was sucking his big black cock. It was at least a foot long and my pussy could barely wait to be stuffed full of nigger meat. I felt hands on my back as one of the other guys approached me from behind, rubbing his thick shaft against my wet cunt. And then another pressed his fuck stick against my tits. I could hear them all jerking off, the sound of skin on skin as horny bodies pressed against me. “Fuck me, please.” I moaned and they all rushed in, eager to stick cocks in every hole. One by one, they took turns pounding my pussy and my shithole, often two at a time. Then it got all crazy. They were fighting over my holes. One ripped a chunk of hair from my scalp. I screamed out to the man above. That made them laugh, hearing a slut like me trying to get all religious. Another pulled a knife, holding it to my throat as he forced his cock deeper, making me gasp for air. Suddenly, he slashed me and I felt the blood spurt. They were like sharks in a feeding frenzy, fucking me and beating me with their fists as I gurgled my last breath. Even in death, as my carcass chilled, they used me like a blow up doll, filling every hole until they all overflowed.


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Torture by Smores

snuff phone sex It was just a night out in the woods with a potential snuff phone sex lover. He had brought along some good drugs and I was beyond fucked up. The fire was crackling and the sparkles made me giddy. My pussy felt like those sparkles and I was so burning hot. He brought out some marshmallows and the makings for some smores. Little did I know those objects could be used for snuff phone sex fun. I stripped out my clothes , hoping he would take the bait. He grinned as he toasted a marshmallow and brought it to me. I stuck out my tongue only to have him drop the flaming mass right on my titty.  I screamed with pain as he dipped his tongue into the creamy blackened treat. I could feel the blisters beginning to form as he set another one on fire. This time he ordered me to my knees. I could feel the heat coming off the fork as he shoved it into my pussy, cramming the flamed out marshmallow deep inside. No one could hear my screams as he fucked me with that weenie roaster fork, squirting blood all over my thighs. My last thought was of snuff phone sex as he rammed the fork though my throat as he shot his load all over.


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Beat me harder.

snuff phone sex I deserved the beating. I cheated on him and he made me pay. I can’t seem to help it. Flirting when I’m high just makes me feel sooooo good. I love making men look at my huge tits even if it pisses my man off and I get punished. The last time, he warned me. He said that he would personally pull down my panties, take off his belt, and publicly flog me. He meant it too. What he doesn’t know is that pain and punishment make me cream. I mean, really gush. So every time he punches me in the mouth or pulls my hair, I have a mini orgasm. Beatings are personal. Love is BS. When a man beats me, I know he cares and that I deserve it. As the blows rained over my body, I  got wetter and wetter. I felt the bloody welts form on my ass and across my thighs. I begged him for mercy and he did it harder. My body shuddered with pleasure. I know that as soon as this beating is over, I will snort more coke and flirt even more, hoping that one day I can really push him over the edge and face the ultimate reward. Being snuffed out with a wet throbbing pussy.


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Don’t go walking after midnight….

sadistic phone sexI popped my thumb out into the night air. it was chilly outside and my nipples poked through my thin silk shirt. I wish I had brought my jacket but it was back at the party. My BF had slapped my face for flirting and I walked out. Now I was alone on a dark back road.  Headlights loomed behind me and I breathed a sigh of relief, pulling up my skirt to make it even shorter. A carload of gang members honked and I hopped in, not caring that I was in danger. “Hey girl, you want some good shit?” I smiled as he rolled up my sleeve and shot me up. I floated away as they hands reached for my tits.

I was jolted awake by the force of the blow. They had all taken turn fucking my ass and pussy, leaving me a cream pie under my skirt, dripping down my legs.  The last one was mounting me, forcing his giant cock into my frothy fuck hole. He was breathing heavy, slapping me with each thrust. I could almost feel my skull cracking. I was battered, bruised, but my pussy betrayed me by throbbing as he finished off deep in my cunt. They were still laughing as they dumped my drugged, bloody carcass on the side of the dirt road. I heard voices and knew I was saved. But I was wrong. Hitchhiking would be the death of me. Two passing hunters rolled me over, grinned, and took turns fucking my half-dead body. Even then, my clit begged for more as they fucked me back and forth between them.


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Drugs and aliens make for evil sex.

fantasy phone sexI wasn’t sure if it was the drugs or if I was really abducted by aliens last night. I remember picking up a john and going for a ride in his car. It was supposed to be a simple blowjob in exchange for a little coke. But the next thing I knew we were driving into some woods. He pulled me out of the car and punched me in the face. “Filthy druggie whore. Your ruined my life. My wife left me because of a whore like you.” He kicked me hard in the ribs, breaking them, driving a shard of bone right into my lungs.  I began to gurgle as the blood replaced air. He pulled me up by my hair and smashed a handful of coke into my face. forcing me to inhale it. He pulled out his cock and rammed it into my mouth, which was filled with drugs and blood. He came within seconds, aroused by beating me. “Die of an overdose with cum in your mouth, you tramp.” he screamed. Darkness took me.

I woke as I felt a searing pain. My scream was cut short by a blow from an alien creature. He yanked me to my knees and I felt his probing beastly cock move over my body. He found my pussy and burrowed deep into it. It felt like a million razor blades and I screamed as my pussy became wetter than ever before. The creature grunted and moaned, filling me with cum that was like battery acid.  My drug induced euphoria made me scream with my own orgasm.

I opened my eyes. I was lying in leaves and dirt. I slowly pulled myself upright. Had I really been fucked by an alien? Or was it just the drug overdose and the blows to my head? I reached down to touch my sore pussy and looked at my hand. It was covered with a slimy green ooze.

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Torture phone sex makes me wet.

torture phone sexHe cut us out several more lines. I was beyond fucked up and horny as hell. I had drained his cock several times and he was done for. He laughed as I fingered myself. “Let me find something to help you out.” he grinned. He came back with a nasty toilet brush. “How about this?” I shrieked with laughter as he flipped me over and began to tickle my pussy with the wicked dildo. “No way.” But he was high and didn’t listen. My giggle turned to a moan as he began to push the bristled cock up into me. It hurt like hell and I protested. But he was too caught up to listen. I kicked my feet trying to get away as it pierced my inner labia and clit. “Snort this.” he ordered. I inhaled some more shit as he continued to fuck me, first with the handle, then turning it around and inserting the bristles all the way. I felt 1000 needles poking into me as he rammed it harder. He was nasty now, demanding that I fuck the foul shit-tinged brush. I arched and moaned as his cock got hard. I felt the blood run down my legs as he showed no mercy. He violated me as his cock spasmed all over the brush. Then he brought it up to my mouth and forced me to brush my teeth with the cummy, shitty porcupine dildo from hell. Tomorrow my swollen, bloody cunt would pay the price for the drugs that controlled my life. But I don’t care. I’m just a stupid, druggie slut.

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Evil in Latex snuff sex

domination phone sexLatex was what he asked for. I had never played this game before and had no idea what I was getting into. I only know that the money was great and my need for drugs overpowered any fear I might have. I arrived in what I felt to be a sexy latex attire. He looked at me and laughed. Amateur, he said.

He left the room and returned in his own latex. He looked evil and I could not see his eyes. He was wearing a complete bodysuit that left his cock exposed. He was wearing a latex cock ring and I could see that it was swollen and purple, the veins bulging in anticipation.

In my drugged state, I realized that he was a Domme and I was to be his submissive. He grabbed me by the hair and forced his fat cock down my throat. He began to utter obscenities and to degrade me. “Filthy whore, Piece of shit, druggie cum dumpster.” This seemed to inflame him further. He hooked me up to a pole with a dog collar around my neck. “Good little bitch.” he said. “Call me Master.”

An hour later, I was screaming his name as he beat me. “Please, Master. No more.” He punched me right in the mouth, knocking me back on the floor. He was on me just like that. I felt a knife cut into my flesh as he slashed at the crotch of my latex jumpsuit. He rammed his wicked fuck stick right into my cunt. I screamed as his massive meat pumped into me. He grunted and moaned as his orgasm took him, spraying cum all over the latex. I felt the knife as the last drop of cum hit my face. He cut me deep and I could fill the jumpsuit filling with blood. The world began to grow dark and I heard him say. “Dump her. She’s just a junkie whore.”

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