Category: Snuff porn

Violent Phone Sex Fantasies Seem Real with Me

violent phone sexI can make your violent phone sex fantasies come true. Well at least I can make them feel real. I have enough killer experience to craft a realistic scenario, so it feels like you are either my snuff star or my snuff accomplice.

And I never mind serving as the accomplice. Although I will never be your victim, I can be your partner. But sometimes I kill my partner. My young protégé, I rescued. Originally, she was supposed to be my victim. Her uncle wanted her dead after she stood up to him about no more diddling her behind closed doors. She grew into a teenager and wasn’t going to take his shit or abuse anymore. So, he hired me to kill her. But instead, I decided to kill him. I made sure to get the money upfront. So essentially, he paid me to kill him.

And now I have a young protégé who I can mold into a mini me. My grandfather taught me that killing was OK, but I needed a code much like Dexter. And this girl didn’t fit the code of deserving snuff sex. Now I’ve killed my share of young girls and women. I do not have affinity for too many people. But this was a fellow Goth girl, and I just couldn’t do it.

Not all the Men Who Hire Me as Their Accomplice Survive

I kill any man who preys on Goth girls. And the funny thing is a man hired me to kill a Goth girl who comes in to the club I frequent. Club might be an overreach. A dive bar. But it is a cool place where Goth people feel safe. That is until non-Goth people come in there and create a scene. And I remember this guy. He got tossed out on his ass by the bartender. Although he did not get caught spiking drinks, he did grope girls, kiss them against their will and things like that. You can’t do that in any bar.

I don’t think he realized who he hired. We met on the dark net, so he knew nothing about what I looked like. But when he showed me a picture of my favorite bartender, I knew I would need to kill him instead of my target. So, I insisted on meeting face-to-face before I did the murder for hire. Told him it was for security reasons so I could verify identity and collect my money. Half upfront and half when I finish the job.

Even a Killer Bitch Like Me as a Code for Killing

But at his place, I gutted him like a pig. Sunk a knife into his belly button ran it all the way up to his sternum then watched his guts spill out onto his coffee table, like some horror movie special effect. I could’ve taken my time with him, but his neighbors might hear the prolonged screaming.

His little bruised ego wanted to kill a woman for kicking him out of a bar when he groped female patrons. How self-entitled do you have to must you be to get your panties in a bunch over that. I know this might seem funny coming from a self-proclaimed killer bitch, but men just want to solve their problems with violence. I’m not going to take out just any woman. And especially not a woman I know personally.

Well, I’m $50,000 richer. I could be $100,000 richer but even this killer phone sex babe has limits. I don’t kill people I know for one because cops will always consider you a suspect. And two, I’m not going to kill anybody I know unless they egregiously offended me. And this Goth bartender/owner of my favorite bar never annoys me. But it does feel good to take money from a man and then kill him instead of the victim. Some men just make themselves easy targets for me.

Evil phone sex makes Satan and you cock happy

Evil phone sexEvil phone sex grants us the power we need to dominate this pathetic world. The devil’s got a boner for our blasphemous sex, and my pussy is foaming for evil cock! I love to defile sacred spaces with the stench of sex and blood. The more unholy, the better!

Satan will rewards us for the most vicious fucking!

Let’s go to a church, you and I. So we can desecrate a holy space and summon the dark lord himself! We’ll get lost in a sweaty, sinful frenzy, our bodies entwined like snakes in a vile fuck fest.

The air is thick with the musk of our hormonal demons. Our moans echoing off the stained-glass windows shake the whole church, and we know the Master of the unholy will be with us soon.

It’s so hot I can feel the flames of hell at my feet. I’m bent over at the altar of Jesus Christ with your cock in my ass. Our sacrifice, a servant of God, naked and chained to the altar. You thrust harder and harder to reach the most unholy climax.

When you explode inside my evil fuck hole, I’ll take the sacrificial dagger and slice the bitch’s throat. Spilling virgin blood as my cunt cums. Then the gates of hell open up to swallow the dead nun whole. Forever serving as the devil’s whore and now we will become immortal!

You and I are at the peak of our power. Feel Satan course through your veins. Nothing can compare to this. In that moment, we become our own Gods, and we don’t stop our Blasphemy sex!

We keep fucking until there is a sufficient amount of cum in my whore pussy. So we can breed an army of sex hellions for Satan. In his great name, we will populate the Earth with cum crazed demon sluts.

 

Sadistic Phone Sex is Not What James Planned for Our Reunion

sadistic phone sexSadistic phone sex revenge feels so sweet. Sometimes you wait a lifetime for that revenge, but it feels so satisfying. James has been locked in my dungeon cage for a few days now. He waited in total darkness, naked, wondering what he did to deserve this sort of treatment. According to him, he apologized for breaking my heart. But a simple apology does not suffice for breaking my heart, James.

I opened the dungeon door, the light shined behind me, illuminating my body. And I thought about how my life would’ve been different if James admitted his love for me earlier. My pet seemed a little cramped in his cage. Good. He deserves to be a little uncomfortable. But I opened his cage. And I put a chain around his collar so he wouldn’t try to run away.

We walked upstairs and I let him use the restroom. I made a big spread for breakfast and told him that I’m not quite the monster he thinks. I will keep him fed and clean. But I also told him to make no mistake that I would kill him if he tried to escape. James killed the romantic woman in me many years ago.

He appeared weak, so I made sure that he got plenty of food. And I could tell he seemed hesitant to eat the food because he thought I poisoned him again. I told him no need to be suspicious. But he would need energy to survive a busy day worshiping me. I planned on cramming in 30 years of pussy worshiping in one day. James laughed like he thought I might be kidding. Not a chance. The woman he fell in love with no longer existed.

Forty Years is a Long Time to Prepare for Revenge

Again, he begged for forgiveness. Just words. He looked at me with puppy dog eyes, but I knew he could see the fire in my eyes. He tried to claim he always loved me, but all he ever did was turn my love for him into something tawdry. Back then he just wanted to fuck me. He crawled to my feet and started running his fingers up my calves, but I smacked his hand away. He touches me when I tell him he can touch me. I yanked his chain and forced him to stand up.

And I escorted him to my living room. I know he feared I would turn him into a snuff porn star. But I had other plans for him. I ordered him to lie on the floor. Then I lifted my nightgown and sat on his face. “Now you can touch my legs slave,” I told him.

He owes me 40 years of sexual pleasure. As I lowered my pussy on his face, I felt his hands caressing my legs, moving up to spread my thighs and plunge his tongue eagerly into my love garden. He started to roam his tongue up and down my garden. And then I started to grind on his face. Tilted my pelvis, back-and-forth brushing my pussy all over his face.

I would pull myself up and look at glistening face every few minutes. My dream of revenge finally came to fruition. I could feel his hands trembling as they caressed my legs and my hips. Good boy, I told him as he hungrily licked my clit. I began to bounce up and down his cock. And I could feel the blood rushing my clit.

James Now Resides in a Large Dog Cage in My Dungeon

I reached my hands down to his testicles and gave the family jewels a good hard squeeze. He started to yell, but I told him he had better keep licking. And I pumped his balls in rhythmic fashion until he started to lick my pussy faster. A little cock and ball torture helps train a slave like James.

As he started to lick faster, I started to squeeze faster and harder. He wrapped his lips around my little cherry, swirling his tongue back-and-forth until my witness dripped on his chin. I could feel myself starting to cream on his face. And he just started licking faster until my entire body shook. All I could do was put my entire weight down on his face and grind harder.

My thighs squeezed his head as I rocked back-and-forth until I orgasm all over his face. My juices flowed like a burst damn all over his tongue and face. And of course, I ordered him to lick it all up. I told him if he still wanted to make me cum 40 years later, he better lick like his life depended on it. Because it did. The moment James can no longer make me orgasm is the moment he takes his last breath.

I Turned James into My Human Sized Dildo

As I came on his face, I noticed his erect cock, so I smacked it. And I smacked it hard too, but he stayed erect as my juices flooded his face. Something in him changed when he made me cum. And I think he suddenly realized it’s not that bad being my slave. I turned him into a human dildo. And I made sure he knew I owned him for life. I squeezed his balls again and decided he needed to make me orgasm again. Of course, squeezing a man’s balls means you control the narrative. And James finally realized I was in control.

My husband never eats pussy, but James seems like a natural. He wanted my juices cascading all over his face again. He finally got his woman, but he got her on my terms, not his. Begged to be my romantic partner, but he killed the romance in me 40 years ago. Even though Air Supply played in the background, I continued to deprive him of oxygen with my cunt. And I could feel my sticky juices begin to flow again.

And I unleashed a second floodgate on his face. He trapped my kitty by holding me down on his face as he swirled around my clit making me explode again like a nuclear bomb. So, I started to rock back-and-forth with more force and squeeze the side of his head until I came. He started calling me mistress and professing his love for me as I climaxed on his face, turning him into a glazed doughnut of love.

Heartbreak Can Turn a Woman’s Heart to Stone

He could barely breathe as my juices covered his face. I collapsed on top of his head. That cock still looked erect. He could’ve been my romantic partner so many years ago. But when you snooze you lose. He told me he wanted me forever. That he wanted to be my willing slave. But all I could think about was revenge and cock and ball torture sex. I dug my long fingernails into his balls and watched him jerk his body from the pain. I found myself getting drunk on his pain, so I dug them in deeper.

So, I hovered my pussy over his cock as I continued to squeeze his balls. And then I teased my own pussy lips with his erect soldier. When he grabbed my tits, I slapped his dick some more. I suddenly realized James likes a little bit of pain. Maybe he became a masochist from beating himself up for letting me go. I became a sadist once I realized James would never be mine.

His hands began to roam my body. And I just started squeezing the head of his dick as I shoved it up my cunt. He watched his cock disappeared into my womanhood. My juices began to cascade down his shaft. I reached my hand behind my back so I could squeeze his balls some more. The harder I squeezed the more pleasure James felt.

And I started to move faster up his shaft while letting his hands play with my tits. His love stick would glisten with my love juice. But I did not make love to James. I fucked James. On my terms. I used James as my human dildo.

Every Woman Plots Revenge Against the Men Who Wronged Them

When he felt my legs trembling, he knew that I would cum again quickly. And I moaned from the pleasure. His cock belongs to me as well as his body. I started convulsing on his cock as I took sexual pleasure from him. And I think I came 4 times and he had not cum once yet. Seemed fair.

The more I squeezed his testicles the wetter my cunt felt. James knew we were not making love. We were force fucking. I had him tied up on my living room floor, using him for my pleasure. I could feel his cock growing super hard inside of me. And I could even see it slip in and out of my wet pussy. It started to turn colors, blue and purple as his excitement grew. With my hands still on his balls, I knew they wanted to burst.

He found me on LinkedIn and that gave him hope. Hope that I exploited and took advantage of. He fell into my web. I knew he’d come looking for me one day. But I hoped it could have been sooner. James will grow to need my sexy body and my cold heart. He’s nothing more now than my human sex toy.

I came again with such intensity that I rolled over onto the floor. I gushed like a geyser all over his soldier. He begged to cum. But my pussy would not be his cum dumpster. I let him stroke his cock, but then I changed my mind. He did not deserve a fulfilling orgasm. No man breaks my heart and enjoys pleasurable orgasms.

No Slave Gets to Enjoy a Pleasurable Orgasm

So, I milked his prostate. I slid my finger into his ass while squeezing his nuts. And I found that magic spot because his cock leaked like a broken faucet. I mixed pleasure and pain as I forced the cum out of him. And I pumped his testicles like stress balls. I could feel his body shake as I forced the man juice out of his dick. He came with such intensity that I thought his cum might land on the ceiling instead of his stomach.

I rubbed some into his chest as he panted hard. Then I licked it off my fingers. A few more squeezes to the head of his soldier, and then I returned him to his cage. But I let him clean that jizz off his chest, use the restroom and grab a snack beforehand.

When he emerged from the bathroom, he kissed my feet. I made him a grilled cheese sandwich and some soup. And I told him to stay fed and hydrated to keep up with me. This is his life now. In a cage, in my basement, only being brought up when I feel horny. James is here to worship me for eternity now. And he will devote the rest of his life to taking care of my needs.

Back in his cage, he went. I knew I would be back later to use my human dildo again. I put a big padlock on the cage and tucked the key into my bra. I laughed sadistically, knowing he would never return home. I think I broke him. And I think he’s ready for a life of servitude to the woman he crushed 40 some years ago. It’s never too late to extract revenge.

Snuff Phone Sex Kidnapper Uses Rena’s Holes

snuff phone sexPeople love hearing about my snuff phone sex experiences because I have a lot of close calls.  Men using my holes as their cum dumpster sex toy.  Last week, it was no different.  This  man grabbed me by my hair and threw me into his van. I landed on the dirty floor, scared out of my mind but also turned on by the roughness. He climbed in after me, slamming the door shut with a sinister grin before driving off to god knows where. As he started touching himself through his pants, it was clear what kind of “fun” we were going to have together.

The van drove down dark, deserted roads for what felt like hours. My captor kept groping and fondling himself while leering at me with disgusting lust in his eyes. Finally, he pulled over to an abandoned warehouse and dragged me out of the van.

Inside was pitch black except for a small flashlight he shone on my face as he roughly pushed me against a wall. His hands were everywhere – unzipping my clothes, pulling down my panties, squeezing my tits… He didn’t say a word but his actions spoke volumes: this man wanted one thing from me – total submission.

Without warning, he forced his cock inside of me – hard and fast like an animal possessed by its primal urges. I cried out in pain but also pleasure as our hips slammed together over and over again under that dim light flickering off the walls of the warehouse…

Scat Torture sex: The ultimate degradation

Torture sex with the one I serve is always changing. He gets all sorts of ideas that one-up the last. He knows I am a loyal slave. I don’t complain or whine about it; I go through it. And recently, he said I am too desensitized. And that I don’t suffer enough. So he made me meet his friend and his friend’s teen daughter.Torture sex

She was a young little thing with an evil look in her eyes. They were a Daddy-and-Daughter couple, and she was always hanging on his arm. They wanted to make a special video, and she was the star.

From how everything unfolded, I am really wondering if this was her idea the whole time. I had to play the role of the toilet.

Her Daddy’s dick was so massive, I was a little shocked she got it in her asshole.

It only took a couple of pumps, and then he pulled it out, and a fire hydrant of shit blasted out of her.

All this shit poured into my mouth and on my face.

I started dry heaving immediately, and they were all laughing at me. She was the worst of them all. She gave me the nickname Shit pig. She rubbed her shit in my eyes and spat in my face over and over again. And then her Daddy brought out the paddle.

The little Teen rape porn star stood over my head and unleashed another thick, vile torrent of shit on top of my head as her Daddy paddled my ass. I lost control of all my muscles and made a mess of things. I must have been dosed with laxatives because it was like an explosion. It got all over the paddle and on her Daddy.

They both laughed and degraded Shit pig, and then he stuck his big cock up my ass. It hurt so bad, especially after all that paddling. When he was fucking me, I could see how jealous it made that little bitch. I swear I thought she was going to kill me. But luckily, she just kicked me in the face, giving me a bloody nose, after he put a load in me.

 

 

 

 

 

Strangulation Phone Sex is Irresistibly The Best Pleasures

Strangulation Phone Sex is exciting for the giver… as well as the receiver. In fact, a little Erotic Asphyxiation is a great pleasure for me.
I’m Geneva, and I am a bit of a pain slut. In fact, the biggest turn on is being fucked and strangled. So coming across a wanted ad for a star who loves it rough caught my attention. Surely the ad mentioned this was a special kind of film called snuff, and starring slut is truly getting all of the attention. I couldn’t help but imagine how intense that could be. Oh, but did I ever find out!
So there I was, stumbling into the dark entrance of an old Theatre. Then, as soon as I stepped through the velvet curtains, the light was strong and glaring.
The glare hits me like a physical force, making me squint and raise a hand to shield my eyes. For a moment, I’m disoriented, caught between the dim, dusty corridor I’d just left . Then this blinding spotlight that seems to bore right through me.
But I don’t step back. That’s not why I’m here.

Strangulation Phone Sex is Irresistible

As my eyes adjust, I make out shapes in the darkness beyond the light. Seats. Rows and rows of empty velvet seats, leading up to a stage where I’m standing. And somewhere in that darkness, watching me, is the person who placed that ad.
“I saw your posting,” I call out, my voice echoing slightly in the cavernous space. My heart is hammering, but not from fear. From anticipation. “Said you were looking for a star who could handle… intense material. Someone who wasn’t afraid of the edge.”
So, I let my coat slip from my shoulders, letting it fall to the dusty stage floor. Underneath, I’m wearing a simple black dress that hugs my curves, cut low enough to show the swell of my tits. No bra. I wanted to make a good impression.
“I’ve done a lot of things on camera,” I continue, stepping closer to the edge of the stage, peering into the darkness. “Bondage. Impact play. Breath play, even. But your ad mentioned something… more. Something permanent.”
A slow smile spreads across my face as I reach up and undo the top two buttons of my dress, letting it gape open.
“I want to know what that feels like. To be so completely at someone’s mercy that there’s no coming back from it. To give everything I have to the camera, to the audience… to you.”
I tilt my head, letting the spotlight catch my throat, baring it to whoever’s watching.
“So why don’t you come out of the shadows? Let’s talk about what you have in mind. I promise you… I can take it.”
Strangulation Phone Sex

Knife Play Phone Sex fantasies you want to take out on me!

 

Knife Play Phone Sex

Knife Play Phone Sex fantasies you want to take out on me.

Capture me in the dead of night and force me to do whatever you want by holding a knife to my throat.

Threaten me with slashing my neck open if I don’t open my legs and let you fuck me raw.

Force me to be your sex slave.

Hold a dagger to my pussy lips, and if I don’t suck your cock all the way down to the balls, then my lips get slashed off!

You better have knives ready to be used on my nipples,

Make me absolutely scared of you.

You’re an evil mother fucker who should take his anger and hatred out on me, I deserve it.

Make me a good little knife slut for you! 

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Careless Cunt Transforms Snuff Sex to Torture

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I grazed Sir’s cock with my tooth tonight. Just a tiny scrape while I was deep throating him, but he felt it. His hand fisted my hair and he pulled me off, eyes dark.

“You know what happens when you use teeth, pain slut.”

My stomach dropped. I hate this punishment more than anything. I stripped and bent over the bench, reaching back to spread my ass cheeks wide, exposing everything. My hole clenched under his stare.

Sir loves watching my shitter move and swell. He says it’s the most honest part of me. The belt came down hard, right on my exposed asshole. The crack echoed and I screamed. Again. And again. Each strike landed dead center, the leather biting into that tender ring, making it puff and twitch. I felt it swell, burning hot, every nerve screaming.

“Please, Sir! I’m sorry! It hurts so bad!”

He kept whipping until I was sobbing, tears soaking the bench, my hole throbbing and red. Only then did he step behind me.

“Now you get what you really need.”

He shoved his cock in dry, forcing past my swollen, sore asshole in one brutal thrust. I wailed as he stretched the punished flesh, pounding deep into my guts while he growled in my ear.

“Take it, you worthless hole. This is what happens to stupid sluts who can’t suck cock right. Your shitter belongs to me. Cry all you want. I’m not stopping until I fill this ruined ass.”

He fucked me hard and mean until he came, pumping his load deep inside my battered hole. I lay there wrecked, hole gaping and leaking, knowing I’d do it again just to feel this.

Ass Rape Porn Star Turns into a Gang Bang Anal Whore for Coke Money

ass rape pornPeople know my reputation as an ass rape porn star. Most of my work, however, I would consider underground. Snuff flicks and violent porn only shown to private collectors appear on the dark web only. However, I recently got a call to audition for a hardcore anal sex video. It seemed out of the blue. I didn’t know the director. And I didn’t know the studio name. I probably should’ve Googled it.

I showed up glammed up like the directed requested. He told me this would be sort of a futuristic porn movie. The pay seemed good, and I knew it would help keep me high for the rest of the month. So, I showed up and that little voice in my head went off the moment I arrived. I knew this was no professional porn movie. But I played along. Hopefully if it was a snuff porn, it would be the simulated rough, kind and not the dead kind.

I auditioned with a glass dildo. So, I showed the director that I can work just about anything into my tight puckered asshole. Who am I fooling? My ass does not feel tight. And it’s not puckered either. It’s well-worn and prolapsed from too much use. But I’m still an anal whore. So, for about an hour, I gave them my all with that dildo. Then the director clapped his hands, and suddenly this went from an audition to gang bang. And a rough gangbang too.

Really, It Seems Amazing I am Alive Most Days

Although I’m no stranger to being a gangbang rape porn star either, it startled me. One clap from the director and eight men descended on me like horny vultures. They started fish hooking my mouth, slapping my tits, choking me, and ripping off what little clothes I was wearing. One guy grabbed me by my red hair, yanked me up off the chair, and slammed me down on the ground. He wanted me face down and ass up to get forced fucked.

Clearly, I appeared outnumbered. And I knew I couldn’t fight off eight men. Nine if you included the director. He eventually joined in. However, most of the time he filmed this brutal gang bang. Apparently, I fell for the professional studio spiel. I’m sure I am not the only one to be duped. At least he did pay me. But he didn’t pay me what we agreed on. He told me to be lucky that he let me live.

I went through all that for enough money to get a few days’ worth of Coke. Well, I try to see the silver lining in this sort of shit. So at least I could score some coke. At least enough to carry me through a few more days until I put myself back out there for random strangers to use and abuse for coke money.

Stephanie the evil phone sex accomplice slut

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That last evil phone sex daddy knew how to get me soaking wet. He went straight into the details without sugarcoating shit like some guys try to do.

 I love it when an evil Daddy knows exactly what he wants.

The first thing he told me was that he loved making little girls cry and scream. His sister was always a bitch to him so he had his sights set on her little daughter. She’s not even old enough to write her name yet. That’s not keeping him from craving her little fuck holes.

He was already pounding his dick and talking about how badly he wanted to force his way into her ass when he called me. She sounded so tiny and yummy.  All he could think about was fucking her to death and then stroking his dick with her tiny, limp body.

I helped him plan out every detail of the ultimate abduction, torture and snuff scene with her as the main star. We planned out how he would kick the door in, snuff out the babysitter and then snatch the brat. His sister would come home to a blood bath and a missing little one, not knowing who to even suspect. His dick was throbbing even harder and our plan turned into a really hot roleplay.

 He was so horny for that tiny, bald pussy and ass!

I fingered my sloppy cunt and talked about licking her sweet, baby asshole, getting her all wet for his big dick. While he was force fucking her ass, I was cranking her panties tighter and tighter around her throat. The way she clawed at her face while I was strangling her made me giggle. Her little eyes bulged out and her face turned blue but he kept fucking her as hard as he could.

Watching her pussy and asshole get ripped open by his huge dick wasn’t even the best part. The best part was licking her cunt juice, blood and shit from his cock after he fucked her limp and cold.  As usual, call me for more hot details!