Category: Snuff porn

Killer Phone Sex Weekend with My Teen Protégé Ended a Bully’s Life

killer phone sexI enjoyed a killer phone sex weekend with my young ingenue. She developed a bully problem at school. I like this girl. Young and sadistic just like me. I took her under my wing a couple months ago and we’ve been a killing duo ever since.

I’ve been instilling in her my hierarchy for killing. Some people just deserve castration and torture. But many deserve to die. This boy at school apparently appears extremely gifted with computer graphics and AI. He creates deep fake revenge porn. But he only uses it on the girls who reject him. So, he creates a deep fake porn of him fucking these girls, uploads it to a site and invites the entire class to watch.

A boy like that will grow up to be worse. You don’t start off young and cruel and grow out of it. You get a taste for it, and you get worse as your age. So, in my mind, a perfect candidate for a snuff porn. My protégé and I hatched a plan to lure him to me. We catfished him using a deep fake of the most popular girl at school. I’ve killed a few schoolgirls and schoolboys over the years, but mostly I kill adults. But this boy needed me to revoke his breathing card.

Occasionally, I Take on A Young Protégé and Turn Her into a Killer Also

He seemed shocked to see my young accomplice. When I made my presence known, the boy knew trouble would follow. I told him about his crimes. Honestly, I thought the boy might be some incel type. But he looked more like a typical high school jock. He seemed full of bravado. Just another egotistical male who doesn’t understand that some women might not want to date him.

I thought about castration but that still would not prevent him from creating deep fakes of women. Sure, he could no longer fuck women, but he could still do damage to them if I left him breathing. However, what I would do did not matter. I deflected to my protégé. And she wanted a mixture. Some cock and ball torture sex followed by death. I’ve never liked brats. But if I ever became a mother, I hope my girl will be just like her.

She utilized my knife collection well. After a couple hours of mutilating his junk, she slit his throat. Not the way I would kill him, but she’s still learning. Cutting the throat can be fun to watch because of the unique blood splatter. But also, because you can really see the expression of fear on their face as they try to hold their throat together to prevent them from bleeding out. However, it never works.

This Weekend, I Let My Protégé Pick the Victim and The Method of Death

I’m more visceral. And more sadistic. I like to disembowel and dismember my prey, so they feel every ounce of pain. And I want the pain to linger until they finally do take their last breath.

But I let her run the show. I accompanied her to bounce ideas off, moral support, and an accomplice after the fact. I helped her bury the body. Well, not so much, bury the body as leave it out in the woods behind my kill shack so the bears and coyotes will dispose of the evidence properly. The cops do not go out looking for tiny pieces of flesh that could be identified as a missing person. So maybe a toe gets left behind or an eyeball. Nobody finds that kind of stuff, not in the deep woods where I kill.

I’m helping my protégé make her school safe for all girls. This guy marks the third high school bully to bite the bullet. But teen boys today seem so much crueler than in my day. So, no doubt more male bullies will take his place. And we will kill them too.

Violent Phone Sex Fantasies Live Rent Free in My Head

violent phone sexI’m no stranger to violent phone sex fantasies. Most of my life I’ve kept a list in my head of men I wanted to kill. A few women too, but I’m not a murderer. However, I am a sexy switch. And although I possess a sweet romantic side to me that likes to be spoiled and romanced, a bad ass bitch also resides in me. It just takes a lot to flip that switch.

And this buffoon I met last week flipped that switch. Charlie reminded me of dear old Dad and his cronies. He wanted a lap dance in the VIP room. And then he expected sex. What girls do in the VIP room is ala carte. But he didn’t want to pay any extra for a hand job or a blow job or even to fuck. Not a very attractive guy either. From what I could tell during our brief encounter a huge misogynist too.

He picked the wrong day to fuck with me. Although he did not request suffocation phone sex, he got it. And he deserved it. I sat on his face with my full weight and squeezed my thighs against his head while inflicting some cock and ball torture. This buffoon thought he could eat some pussy. And instead, I smothered him. I think he just reminded me of my father too much. Similar looks and similar attitudes. And I thought to myself if I can’t kill the beast, I can kill someone just like him.

Men Underestimate What I can Do

I sort of forgot where I was located. If I killed him in the VIP room, how would I dispose of the body. I don’t think anybody would believe a tiny stripper could kill a big burly man like that. But rage took over me and I found some inner strength I did not know I possessed. And I suffocated a man twice my size and three times my weight with my pussy. A weapon of destruction, perhaps.

You might think I felt remorse after smothering this ass hat with my pussy. But all I felt was relief. Relief that I took another asshole out of the game. And in a way protected women. After a few minutes, panic set in because how would I dispose of a dead body in the VIP room. So, I called the bouncer and he came in to help me with my problem. I confessed my sins. But he wanted to be my accomplice. He told me all our girls hate this guy, he’s a scumbag.

Sometimes, A Man Just Deserves to Die

But apparently, my bouncer at the club possesses a sick mind. Or he watches one too many crime shows. He dismembered the body. Did you know that after death, the body bleeds a lot less. I watched the bouncer dismember the man I suffocated in the VIP room. And it turned me on. He wrapped the limbs up like cuts of meat he would buy at the butcher shop. We put sawed off limbs into duffel bags and dumped them out back in the dumpster.

My bouncer put the torso in the trunk of his car and said he would take care of it after work. He made my problem go away. Like it never happened. He thought by dismembering the body, nobody would ever suspect a petite blonde stripper of that kind of rage. But like most men, they underestimate me. My trauma makes me a ticking fucking bomb. And Charlie found out the hard way, what happens to douche bags in the VIP room. My bouncer became my accomplice phone sex partner, and I rewarded him with a hard fuck in the same spot that Charlie died.

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Torture phone sex loving slut Stephanie wants to play!

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Master called me to invite me over for some naughty playtime with his newest toy.

This one was a young school girl that he snatched up while she was walking home one day.

After days of him using her as his torture doll, fuck toy slave he was finally finished with her.

I showed up to help him snuff her out and clean up the bloody, gory mess that he made of her.

Before we took care of business, he let me have my fun torturing her.

Her pussy and ass were already ripped and shredded into one big hole.

Master had ripped almost all of her hair out and beaten her so badly that she could barely move.

That didn’t bother me at all.

In fact, her attempts at screaming only made my pussy more wet!

I snipped off her fingers with garden shears and stuffed them into her mouth.

Forcing them down her throat, I made her swallow every one of them whole.

Then, I clipped her toes off and stuffed those down her throat too.

Master had already torn her lips off, cut out her tongue and busted out her teeth so she couldn’t chew them.

After cutting and slicing whatever I can from her mutilated body, I turn my attention to the branding irons Master has sitting in the fire.

I grabbed one of those red hot irons from the fire and pressed it into her nipple.

Her skin sizzled and bubbled as the iron melted into her titty.

She kept passing out from the pain and I kept kicking her to wake her back up again.

As she lie there floating in and out of consciousness, Master grabbed me from behind.

His hard dick pressed into my soaked slit and sunk right into my drenched fuck hole.

While I kept burning, kicking and torturing his little victim bitch, he was drilling my pussy.

After he filled me with nut, I squatted over that stupid bitch and pushed it all out onto her face.

Then I doused her in gas, struck a match and let her burn to a crisp.

She’s not the first and she won’t be the last.

Got a victim you need help with too?

 

Ass Rape Porn Star Blair Makes Prolapsed Anal Porn for Coke Money

ass rape pornI showed up to audition for an ass rape porn that would pay a lot of money. I needed the gig. Plus, I knew I would be perfect for it. In auditions for a legitimate snuff or rough sex videos nobody fucks you, but you do have to toy with your ass and show the director that you can handle things in the butt.

The cocaine diet keeps me thin. And eons of rough sex even violent sex keeps my ass loose. But I am getting older. And I’m competing with barely legal girls. That’s why I often need to seek out less legitimate movie directors. I did not get the part I auditioned for. However, I did get a recommendation to see this other snuff porn director who I never worked with before.

So, when I showed up at the abandoned warehouse for my addition, I felt a little nervous. You never know what you might get with a new person behind the camera. And I never know when I enter these situations if it might be my last audition. But this time I needed to put more than a butt plug in my ass. When I pulled my butt plug out, the director looked at me like a hungry vulture.

Now I felt nervous. He saw my prolapse and suddenly couldn’t control himself. Apparently, a woman’s prolapsed asshole acts like his kryptonite. He grabbed something off his desk. Then he charged me and pinned me against the wall. I knew this might get ugly. He turned my prolapse into his cock sleeve, much like my stepson does. He turned into a horny teenage boy at the side of my prolapse.

My Prolapsed Asshole Has Become My Meal Ticket

While fucking my prolapse he told me about a series of prolapsed anal porn he made. And how he’s been looking for a new model to make another series. He offered me a lot of money. And I thought about it. I will ever get back the asshole of my youth. Too much damage. Too much action. Why not star in a bunch of prolapse hardcore ass fucking movies. At least this man fucked me more gently than my stepson. He did not fuck my prolapse with icy hot. Instead, he used regular lubrication.

But he told me if I would make a test to video with him right then and there and I would earn $1000. That would buy me enough coke for the week or maybe even two weeks. So, I said sure. And he bent me over his desk with my hands tied behind my back and started shoving all sorts of different objects into my prolapsed asshole. At least he let me get high, so I could dull the pain.

Up until that day, I did not realize men had rape phone sex fantasies for a prolapsed asshole. But apparently, they do. And apparently it can be a profitable market. So, I signed a contract. And I got a little taste for what it feels like to be a prolapse ass porn star. We start filming next week. At least he gave me enough money to buy coke, so I don’t need to endanger myself again until we start filming. But I just know my asshole will take a major beating, However, that’s nothing new.

Knife Play Phone Sex Who Isn’t Afraid to Put my Life on the Line!

Knife Play Phone Sex

I love Knife Play Phone Sex with a man who isn’t afraid to put my life on the line.

A man who will hold a knife to my throat while he force fucks me, shoving that cock so far inside me.

Face fuck me until I’m choking and gagging on your fat hog!

Threat to slice my neck and fuck the wound hole.

My life is in your hands, Master.

I will suck your cock and a sharp night to your balls.

Threatening to shop your ball sack off while I drain you of all your jizz.

If you don’t cum, every drop, down my throat, you can kiss your beautiful heavy balls goodbye.

Two can play this game, Daddy! 

 

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Murder Phone Sex Fantasies We All Think About

murder phone sex fantasiesI think if we’re honest with ourselves, we all have murder phone sex fantasies in our heads. We all know somebody we want to kill. But unlike me, most folks listen to the voice in their head that says don’t do it or you will go to jail. You won’t go to jail if I’m your accomplice or your teacher. I know how to get away with murder. I’ve been doing it since my schoolgirl days.

And now I’m a woman. A Goth woman. And I know how to set a trap for my victim. Honestly, I do not discriminate. Male or female, young or old, black or white, I hate everybody. So, when somebody acts like a bitch, especially to me, I kill them without hesitation. But I never kill them in the heat of the moment. That’s what gets people caught. So, I plan it out. Sometimes I even wait months from the initial encounter to stay off the radar.

Killer sex requires patience and control. I learned how to stop impulse killing thanks to my grandpa. He nurtured the killer instinct in me. And taught me everything I know about remaining undetected. In a way my grandfather acted like Dexter‘s dead dad. Giving him a code for killing. Although I do kill my share of predators, I kill a lot of people who don’t fit any sort of moral code.

Like Trevor who I killed this weekend. I encountered him two months ago, however. But I resisted my urge to stab him in the middle of the bar. And I might have stabbed him in the middle of a bar in my younger days, but I would’ve been arrested.

No Man Insults or Harasses Me and Lives

Trevor tried to shame me for my look. He clearly dislikes Goth girls. He gave me the backhanded compliment. I’d be pretty if I didn’t look so moody. That shit doesn’t fly with me. I’m never going to look like some fashion model because I don’t want to look like some fashion model. He just made one condescending comment after another and put himself on my radar.

So, I stalked him for months planning how I would kill him. Two months after our initial account, nobody would remember him talking to a random Goth girl in a bar on a busy Friday night two months ago. And even if they did, they would not immediately assume that our encounter led to his death. I never make a scene in public. I don’t slap a man or knee him in the balls or even yell and scream at him.

But I killed him this weekend. I let my anger and rage build up for two months so that I could kill him in a frenzy. Inflict maximum amount of pain in the least amount of time. One of the reasons I’m fond of knife play phone sex. I can stab a man to death, but it will take time for him to die unless I cut a major artery or stab him in the head like he’s a zombie. I broke into his house, and made it look like a personal kill. Overkill always takes the pressure off me because they start to look at suspects much closer to home.

I Can Train You to Be a Killer Too

Plus, I know how to break into a house but make it look like someone let me in willingly. And that’s another thing that points to a personal kill. I killed him in his bed. And I took nothing to add to the personal murder narrative. But I did wake him up before I killed him. I wanted him to see my face as I plunged the knife into his body, creating a bloody phone sex mess of his bed. I let him know why I killed him. The guy didn’t even remember meeting me. And I can’t imagine he meets many Goth girls hanging out in preppy bars. What a fucking loser.

A dead loser now. His daddy apparently is a circuit court judge in town. I left no DNA at the scene, and I have no connection to him other than a five-minute exchange at a bar months ago. I think his father will push the false narrative I created about this being personal. Hell, they might even blame one of the many people who likely hate the judge. Sins of the father and all. I always kill the people I wish dead. I just don’t kill them in the heat of the moment. And I make a bad ass accomplice too.

Murder phone sex Fantasies, deep red cum, hot sticky mess

Murder phone sex FantasiesMurder phone sex Fantasies aren’t something I shy away from. In fact, it’s freeing to me. I’ll pick the right one. Personally, I don’t have a favorite age, so tell me what yours is, and I’ll get the perfect one.

The little slut will scream and cry, but I’ll be soaked!

I’ll make sure you sink your cock into her deeper than what’s possible. You will be hypnotized and thrust deep into her pathetic slit.

And her agonizing screams will take me to the brink of a pussy squirt. Go ahead, sexy, mercilessly pound away.

I will reveal the instrument of torture, a cruel iron device designed to rip and tear at flesh.

Every time you pump into her unwilling hole, I will strike. and begins to mercilessly deliberate grooves into the little slut’s supple body, drawing fresh rivers of blood with each savage twist.

As the torturous act reaches its crescendo, your brutal cock throbs and pulses, erupting in a torrent of deep, viscous cum, flooding her ravaged pussy and bathing her in a hot, sticky mess. Mixed with the blood, I can’t resist, I need to get a taste. Your cum and her blood floods my senses with flavor.

Our little slave is hanging on by a thread but the brutality is far from over. With our victim now limp and helpless, we turn our attention to the other. Fucking on top of her brutalized flesh!

I want her to feel excruciating pain till the last breath. So I twist her nipples until they snap off, as you spit in her tender face.  Then to degrade her even more force her in between my legs.

Make her lick my evil cunt and I’ll piss all over her face.

That why she will be too distracted to know what you are going to do with that knife. After the Torture sex is her death. A slash to her neck, bleeding out all over me.

 

Snuff Sex Whore Who Surrendered to the Best Demonic Sodomy

I’m Geneva, the Snuff Sex whore who surrendered to Demonic sodomy and swung in the Village Square.
It started when I sold my tight little holes in the back alleys long before the devil claimed me. First, I discovered the dark pleasure of sodomy and never looked back.
Moreover, every thick cock that stretched my greedy ass felt like pure demonic fire. Consequently, I begged strangers to ruin me harder, deeper, and filthier, moaning like the possessed whore I had become. “Fuck my sinful ass until I scream for Satan himself!” I cried, and they always obeyed.
However, the village finally caught me. Soon, the elders dragged me naked into the square while hundreds of men and their grown sons watched. Furthermore, they sentenced me to public sodomy as punishment before the rope.

Snuff Sex and Sodomy Are My Demise

Next, they bent me over the wooden platform and took turns with me. One after another, they rammed their cocks balls-deep into my ass while I laughed and begged for more.
“Use your little fuck whore! Fill this demonic cunt with every drop!” I screamed as load after load flooded my guts. As a result, cum poured down my thighs in thick rivers. In fact, I came so hard my legs shook while they passed me around like a cheap rag doll.
Finally, they looped the noose around my slender neck. I felt the rough rope tighten, and then the trapdoor dropped.
In the end, my neck snapped with a loud crack. Leaving my body to swing limp and lifeless in the center of the square. All while every man and son who had just used me stepped forward again.
They stroked themselves over my dangling corpse.  Ultimately, painting my dead tits, my broken face, and my still-leaking ass with fresh ropes of jizz. Now my lifeless body hung there for hours, dripping with the cum of the entire village.
I am Geneva, the little fuck whore who embraced demonic sodomy and paid with my life. Even in death, my ruined holes and cum-soaked skin served as the ultimate warning — and the ultimate thrill for every man who watched me swing.
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Bondage Phone Sex Whore Gets Tied Up and Gang Banged

bondage phone sexBondage Phone sex may not be my favorite thing in the world, but it beats torture any day. Occasionally, I answer bondage ads I see on the dark net. And I understand I always take a risk when I respond to these ads because anybody can put up an ad. Does not mean I am responding to a legitimate porn producer. I don’t care about legitimate or not if they can pay me enough to make it worth my while.

Andy dangled a huge bag of cocaine in front of me if I agreed to be a bondage whore for a photo shoot. His model who he hired never showed up and he had a deadline. He makes dark violent content for private collectors. Photo shoots and movies for one man to beat off to for the rest of his life. And this client who hired him wanted to see a MILF tied up and brutalized.

The ad just said bondage modeling. Never mentioned making a gangbang rape porn while tied up. But I guess he hoped I would be desperate enough for the cocaine to agree to anything. And he took a gamble on the right submissive whore. I will do anything to get that huge bag of cocaine. And the only thing on my mind when I agreed to his bondage shoot was the coke.

I Will Do Anything for Coke and It Will Kill Me One Day

And this monkey on my back will kill me one day. Not the cocaine itself because I can out snort Pablo Escobar. However, the things I do to get my blow will most definitely kill me one day. The director invited random men off the street to fuck me. And I couldn’t fight them. Metal chains held my legs up and apart. Plus, he handcuffed my hands behind my back.

I couldn’t lay completely down. While tied up in the most uncomfortable position, my neck dangled. The only relief I enjoyed came when the men would fuck my mouth after they fucked my cunt or my ass. Some of them held my head for me so I could focus on deep throating their dicks.

My entire body feels like a truck ran over me. I can barely move today. I lost count after 30 men fucked me for hours. But I feel like a strung out druggie whore needing a fix. But I got my fix. Man after man fucked my pussy, mouth and my ass too. I guess I should be lucky. I didn’t dislocate anything tied up in that awkward position.

But I earned that cocaine. I’ve never felt this sore. I feel more like I made a torture sex video more than a gang bang one. But this is the life of a druggy MILF. If this monkey remains on my back, I will keep putting myself into dangerous situations.

Fuck this Bloody Phone Sex Hooker on her Period!

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Fuck this Bloody Phone Sex Hooker on her Period!

Fucking this pussy raw and with so much force, you make me bleed even more!

Crimson streaks already smearing my inner lips, my pussy swollen and glistening with period flow.

Luring you here, promising the dirtiest ride of your life.

“Fuck this messy cunt. Make it hurt so good.”

More blood seeps out around your shaft.

Your cock emerges slick and red, streaked with my cycle, hot as my pussy.

The assault makes gushes of blood come out in every thrust.

Sliding down my ass crack and making a naughty mess on the sheets.

My swollen tits bouncing, my nipples hardening from every pound into my cervix.

Fuck me harder and harder, Daddy.

Don’t stop until you fucked all the blood out!

 

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