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Anal Annihilation with The Best Ass Rape Porn

I am Geneva, an ass rape porn whore who lives for the stretch of a cock tearing through my asshole. So, my debut in Anal Annihilation hit the underground sex clubs like a fist to the gut. And the crowd roared as I took the massive dick deep inside my ravaged rectum.
Therefore, the camera caught that slick, bloody thrust as I screamed. Ultimately, making my asshole gaping wide enough to swallow a fist. Moreover, the producer yelled, “More!”
After that first scene, I was hauled back to the dim prep room. So, here adrenaline and cocaine kept me conscious while the crew stitched my torn sphincter with rough thread.
Then, they rubbed a dose of cocaine on my gums. The next thing was shoving a plug into my abused asshole.  Finally, they sent me back onto the set for round two, Snuff Sex whore’s undoing.

Ass Rape Porn is My Pure Pleasure

Therefore, this time, two guys shoved their cocks in tandem, one pounding my ass while the other forced his length down my throat. Ultimately, causing me to choke on spit and cum as my asshole stretched to its limit.
When the director yelled, “Cut!” I lay there, eyes rolling back. As my ass is a ruined tunnel of flesh and blood, with that iron scent thick in the air. Therefore, they declared me snuffed, but the living‑dead girl of anal fortitude never stays down.
Essentially, it is that shot of epinephrine that jerked my heart back to life. Of course, this caused the crew to laugh. Moreover, they were slapping my ass cheeks until they bounced like rubber.
So, I rose, dripping with sweat and cum. While my asshole is still gaping, ready for the next barrage. Of course, each snuff scene leaves me more ruined. However, I crave a thick dick splitting me open, pain mixing with pleasure until I lose myself in the filth.
Therefore, I am the stupid bitch who won’t quit. And the Accomplice phone sex whore who gets used to my end. Yet every time I get snuffed the fuck out, I am revived to continue.  All because in these clubs my only purpose is to take it, again and again, until the world forgets my name.
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Ass Rape Porn Gets Me In The Mood

Ass rape porn Ass rape porn every sick fucks pleasure the art of anal sex, taboo and kinky, the pleasurable pain makes my pussy leak cum, at first it was painful, after my first time I was hooked, you see pain is pleasure to me.

 

Years of painful torture-filled sexual experiences have turned me into a pain-loving slut, sex with me has to make me bleed for me to receive the ultimate satisfaction.

 

Twist my nipples as hard as you can, pop a nipple clamp on as tight as it can go, shove the biggest, fattest dildo up my ass, no lubrication, I want to feel my flesh tear as you hammer my tight asshole, make my ass bleed, the blood will be lube.

 

Let’s not stop there, stuff my pussywith two of the biggest dildos you can find, only after you fist my hole, to stretch it out, push my tight pussy to its limit, and  I will love you for life.

 

Today, we will be trying something different. I will be your accomplice, but I am in charge. You will follow my instructions, and I will tell you just how I want you to torture our victim, a young redhead with a flat chest and bald pussy. When we are done torturing her tender body, I will be taking her out of her misery. I am a little undecided on just how to end her pathetic life. Do you have any suggestions?

Mutilation Phone Sex is a Good Tool to Knock Mean Girls Off Their Pedestals

mutilation phone sexMutilation phone sex is something I excel at. Nobody takes more time to thoroughly mutilate a victim like me. It’s because I get off on the torture. Although I do kill people quickly out of self-preservation, I prefer to torture for hours before I put some loser out of his or her misery. And I’m armed with all sorts of sharp instruments that make perfect accomplices for mutilating a body.

Last night, I just felt in the mood to fuck someone up. And in walked this vain drunk coed home for summer. She did not realize she entered a Goth bar. She started insulting my people and got herself kicked out. How does somebody that young become so mean. She started telling girls they looked like ghosts or a corpse pulled out of its grave. She said some mean things even for me. Although I might seem like a mean girl to my victims, I’m really a nice person. I would never insult somebody for their looks unless they deserved it.

Carving a Bitch Up Quickly Takes Her Down a Peg

I didn’t want to kill this girl. However, I wanted to explore some torture sex options with her. So, I followed her home. Normally, I might stalk my prey more, but I suspected that she lived alone in this little studio apartment in the bad part of town. Just some broke ass loser, girl who likes to insult others to make herself feel better about her pathetic existence. Most coeds stay with their parents during the summer break. But either this girl burned her bridges with her parents or she cut them off. Either way it didn’t matter. Nobody could save her now.

I broke into her apartment easily. Honestly, I think my kill shack in the middle of the wilderness smells better than her apartment. I used chloroform so that she wouldn’t scream for help. I needed to get the ball gag in her mouth and tie her up before she woke up. When she did, she found herself strapped to her coffee table, naked. Although she seemed awake, I don’t think she comprehended the severity of the situation. She still ran her mouth. Muffled but I could still hear, “you bitch,” through the ball gag.

Carving Up the Flesh on a Mean Girl Feels Right

I pulled out my knife and carved ugly on her forehead. It will leave a scar and serve as a constant reminder that actions come with consequences. I wore an executioner’s mask so she could not identify me and I never spoke. However, I don’t think she knows who I am. I blend in with the woodwork even as a goth girl in public spaces. And that’s because I know how to become invisible when I need to.

And I carved Cunt on one breast and whore on the other. Good luck explaining that to future lovers. This girl needed kicked off her pedestal. She felt too high and mighty for living in a studio apartment. Major attitude. However, I think I took a little bit of the fight out of her. Having a sick bitch carve into your flesh can feel exhausting. And I carved up just about every inch of her flesh. A one point, she begged me to kill her.

But I did not want this to turn into a snuff porn. This was revenge torture. Revenge for being a self-entitled little mean bitch. Now every time she looks into a mirror, she will see the scar in the letters UGLY. And she will be reminded of her ugly soul. Maybe that’ll force her to be nicer to others. I doubt she will show her face in public again. And she might go to the cops, but I don’t care. I feel safe because no doubt that little bitch made a lot of enemies over the years. Hopefully, I’ve slowed down her reign of hell.

Just Because I am No Stranger to Gangbang Rape Porn Does Not Mean I Like It

gangbang rape pornI’m no stranger to gangbang rape porn. I’ve been making those kinds of films for a decade in exchange for coke money. I’m going to be honest about something. The roughest gangbang movie I ever made involved women. And I told myself never again. But desperate times call for desperate measures. And I really needed a cocaine fix over the weekend. None of my normal dealers could be found. So, I called Sheila. Her enthusiasm and eagerness to help me should’ve been my warning.

So, I showed up at her place. And she had 20 young girls with her. I figured they would be my costars. Men get excited over the prospect of a girl orgy. But with Sheila, nothing feels sensual. I knew it would involve some huge sex toys and of course those girls’ arms too. Last snuff porn I made with her I couldn’t sit or shit right for a month. Sheila just films the action. But she doesn’t get involved in it. She let her apprentices enjoy me.

I just prayed they brought lubrication this time. Last time she thought it would be funny for 10 girls to fist my ass dry. Appeared to be double the girls this time. When I scanned the room, I saw all the sex toys, but I didn’t see any Vaseline or lubrication. At least Sheila let me do a little line of her cocaine. And she gave me some poppers too. Been forever since I’ve done them. But they’re good for hardcore anal sex.

Women Treat Me Far Worse Than Any Man

However, I knew I could not get high enough to not feel the pain that would soon come. Those girls appeared a quarter of my age, but they already seemed to hate me and everything I stand for. Not that I stand for anything other than being a dirty mom and a party whore.

But those girls just looked at me with disdain in their eyes. The poppers kicked in, and I felt my ass open. And that proved to be a godsend because some of them just rammed their fists in without warning and without lubrication. These girls left rings on their fingers. They wanted to destroy my ass.

And it lasted over four hours. They bent me into a pretzel, exposing my asshole and opening it as wide as they could. Not only did they shove their fists in my ass raw, but they used huge dildos too without lubrication. At one point, some of them peed into my gaped hole. Like I said, desperate times. In my head, I always know I will regret something. But my need for cocaine makes me forget all the rational things.

My asshole might not ever go back to size. If you could see it now, you would think somebody took the wide end of a wine bottle and shoved it up my ass. The life of an ass rape porn. But at least I got my cocaine. And in the end, that’s all that mattered.

Snuff Sex is all That Satisfies My Hungry Holes!

 

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I’m hanging upside down in the steel frame, legs forced into a brutal V by the spreader bar locked to the ceiling. My arms are wrenched behind my back in leather cuffs, a thick anal hook buried deep in my asshole and chained to my collar so every twitch pulls it harder. My cunt and stretched shithole are pointed straight at the door, dripping and exposed for anyone who walks in.

Master circles me, boots echoing. “Look at this pathetic fuckpig. Spread wide like the worthless set of holes you were born to be.”

He slaps my swollen pussy hard. The sting shoots through me and I whimper.

“Women don’t get to say no. Your only purpose is to take cock, to be used, to be filled until cum leaks out of every hole. That’s what you’re for.”

He shoves two fingers into my cunt, then three, twisting roughly while the hook tugs my ass open. I moan like the desperate slut I am.

“Say it.”

“My purpose… is to be a fucktoy for men,” I choke out, voice shaking.

He laughs and drives his thick cock straight into my cunt while the hook stays buried in my ass. Every thrust rocks the frame and yanks the hook deeper. Pain and shame flood me as he uses me like an object.

“Take it, whore. This is what you were made for.”

I hang there, cunt and ass stuffed, drooling, completely at his mercy, exactly where I belong.

Blasphemy Sex Makes My Cunt Wet

blasphemy sexBlasphemy sex makes my cunt wet. But I’m not religious at all. I don’t believe in God, and I don’t believe in the church. The funny thing is people ask me if I’m a Satanist all the time. But to believe in the devil you must believe in God because they’re opposites on the same spectrum. I can’t believe in one and not the other. So, I don’t believe in either. However, I do find it entertaining to desecrate a church. And kill some ultra-religious tradwife type.

That’s what I did this weekend. I found this trad wife influencer and did a little digging. I can find anybody’s IP address easily. That lets me find out all sorts of things. And I found out all sorts of things about her. Things completely against everything she preaches.

But I had no desire to expose her to her lemmings. I just wanted to kill her for her hypocrisy. Preaching to women that they need to be dependent on their husbands financially while she’s making over 1 million a year in endorsements and shit. Now I find her followers stupid as fuck if they can’t put two and two together. But if you cut the head off the snake, the rest die.

I Hate a Hypocritical Religious Cunt, So I Killed Them

I wanted to make a religious snuff porn with her. A so-called good Catholic wife. Now a dead Catholic wife. My little film turned out brutal and bloody, of course. I nailed her naked body to the cross above the baptismal tub in the main church area. And I did this for a reason. When I plunged my knife into her soft belly, I cut up towards her sternum. And I filled that tub with her blood and guts.

Before I gutted her, I let her know her sins. I called her out as a hypocrite. Told her I knew she didn’t make bread from scratch. She bought it wholesale. Told her I knew she didn’t sew her own clothes. And I pointed out that although she claims she makes nothing from being a tradwife influencer she made over $1 million last year alone making her one big fucking hypocrite. Her followers seem dumb. She amassed over 1 million followers. And I cannot find the time and energy to hunt them all down.

So, I killed their queen instead. And I watched her die slowly and painfully while bleeding out into that tub. Then I hopped in and bathed in her bloody entrails. I love bloody phone sex baths. They feel warm and provide the secret to looking young. At this rate, I might live forever. Drinking and bathing in the blood makes my skin baby soft. I’m not a satanist. But I am a sadistic bitch who hate hypocrisy and religion, and all the bullshit that comes with it.

Strangulation Phone Sex is The Best Way to Fantasy Rape Me

Strangulation Phone Sex is only the appetizer. First, let me struggle for air as my ass gets spanked. Ultimately, squeezing, groping, exploring, and slapping my whore body into submission.
So, I’m alone in my dark bedroom, phone pressed to my ear, the stranger’s low voice wrapping around me like smoke.
His first command: “Breathe for me, Geneva.” So, my fingers tighten around my own throat, squeezing just enough to make my pulse hammer.“Yes, Daddy,” I gasp, already soaked. “Strangle me harder.”
Oh, his laugh is dark, hungry. “Good girl. Now get on your knees and push that ass up for me.”
So, I drop the phone on speaker and scramble onto all fours on the bed. Therefore, my back arched, and my knees spread wide.
Now, cool air kisses my dripping pussy and tight little hole as I reach back and spread my cheeks for him.
“Like this?” I whimper. “My ass is yours. Take it while you choke me.” Consequently, his voice drops an octave as he commands my next move: “Hands on your throat. Both of them. Squeeze.”
Thus, I obey instantly. So, my fingers dig into my neck, cutting off my air in a perfect ring.
Stars burst behind my eyelids. Furthermore, the room spins into deeper blackness. However, my hips keep rolling, offering my ass higher.
Ultimately, desperate for the feel of his thick cock slamming into me, I beg, “Harder,” voice cracking.
“Please… strangle me while you fuck my ass.”

Strangulation Phone Sex with a Deep Ass Pounding

Now, I feel him there in my mind. Ultimately, his big hand clamped around my throat, the other gripping my hip, driving deep.
Every thrust forces a broken moan past my lips. Ultimately, my clit throbs untouched. Before long, I’m dripping down my thighs, ass clenching around nothing but aching for everything.
“More,” I beg, squeezing tighter. As the blackness edges in, sweet and terrifying.  Moreover, “Choke me out. Make me cum while I can’t breathe.”
Finally, my body shakes. Now, the pressure in my throat and the filthy fantasy push me right to the edge.
So, I rock my ass back harder, imagining him pounding me mercilessly while his grip turns iron.
“Cum for me, Geneva,” he commands. Ultimately, I shatter, as my orgasm rips through me in violent waves. At last, my pussy pulsing, ass twitching as I gasp and wheeze under my own strangling hands.
Essentially, the darkness swallows me whole for one perfect, terrifying second. Then, I collapse onto the sheets, gasping, smiling, already whispering into the phone for more.
“Again… please. Strangle me harder next time.”
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Snuff Phone Sex is Sweet Revenge Sometimes, And Survival Other Times

snuff phone sexSnuff phone sex turns interesting turn sometimes. Years ago, I brought my master at the time this cute coed. She was a little older than his favorite age group. But he saw her at Starbucks and he wanted her. So, I facilitated their meeting. But I liked this girl. And I tried to warn her, but she wanted the money he offered for a night with him.

Honestly, I never saw her again. I felt too afraid to ask my former master what happened to her. Sort of one of those situations where you don’t really want to know the truth. But then I ran into her this week at a bar. I almost didn’t recognize her. Past few years have not been good to her.

However, she did not recognize me until I mentioned my name. I apologized profusely to her because I figured she looked like a wreck because of my former master. However, she got away from him after one night. She took the money and never saw him again. I felt so much relief because I worried over the years what became of her.

I don’t believe in chance. Everything happens for a reason. I’m much different than I was a few years ago. I’m leaning more into my switch side being an accomplice phone sex partner. She told me about her abusive boyfriend who she met during her wild night with my former master. And I didn’t think anybody could be more of an asshole than my former master. This guy she dated kept her prisoner in this basement until she escaped. And now she does not know where to live or what to do to avoid him.

Some Men Do Not Deserve to Live with Balls

So, I brought her home to my place and we plotted his murder. Maybe boyfriend is the wrong word. Captor seems more fitting. I didn’t even charge her because I owed her. Even though she only spent one night with my master and he paid her handsomely for the encounter, if I hadn’t made that introduction, she wouldn’t have met this guy. He is one of my former master’s minions. And I guess he learned a few things from him along the way like how to keep a woman prisoner and beat her into submission.

I remember this guy too. He always wanted to fuck me, but master never shared me.  So gussied myself up for him and laid a honey trap. If anybody deserved castration phone sex it was big Mike. A chance meeting, he thought. I took him back to my place where she laid in wait. But first, I drugged his drink so it would kick in by the time we got home.

And Some Men Don’t Deserve to Live at All

So, we castrated him together. I could tell it felt therapeutic to her. And it felt therapeutic to me because I pretended he was one of the many other men who also did not deserve their balls either. As much as I wanted him to live without balls as a constant reminder that his actions have consequences, I knew he would kill us if he lived.

So, we gutted him like a pig. Pulled out all his internal organs and drove his carcass out to the country. Fed his organs to the wilderness in my backyard. But disposed of his body in this marsh in the middle of nowhere. The fish and fungus living in that marsh will destroy his body before it could ever float to the surface. And we killed him in such a brutal manner to make it look like a rival gang took him out. Nobody will ever suspect two women did this to a 6’5 300 lb. man. But we did. Now she is safe.

Taboo Phone Sex Always Gets Me in Trouble

taboo phone sexTaboo phone sex, I’m no stranger too. It’s just another hustle. And I’ve been hustling most of my life. Because that’s what my mother did. She taught me I didn’t need to pay for anything if I bartered my pussy. I learned from a young age to fuck for my drugs or anything else I might need.

But I think my cocaine habit far succeeds my mother ‘s habit. I do more than what she did in a week in a day. And I started bartering for coke as a teenage girl. But it becomes harder to sustain that. I’m in my 40s now and men don’t want to just fuck me for cocaine. They want me to earn it. Therefore, my body really goes through the wringer.

Last night, I agreed to a gangbang rape porn. Usually, I avoid that because a gang bang is such a gamble. I’ve done gang bangs with 30 guys. All sporting huge cocks too. Let me tell you I couldn’t piss or shit right for weeks afterwards. But I felt desperate for cocaine. And this gig paid extremely well.

I never saw so many men in a room before. And they appeared all there for me. But this was the weirdest collection of men I’ve ever seen for this sort of gig. It felt like the director went outside on the street and just wrangled in whoever he met. Some of these men looked and smelled homeless. Although I do have empathy for the homeless and I help them when I can, I don’t want to fuck them.

A Gang Bang Whore Can Take a Lot of Cock

I saw black guys too. And I knew that would hurt. Black men usually sport monster cocks. I even saw some teenage boys. And they all stood there naked with their cocks in their hand, waiting for the director to call action. As soon as he got me in the downward dog position, he called for the action to begin. And those men just mounted me like horny dogs. Did I mention this all happened on a concrete slab. So, no cushion for my old knees. I’m still all scraped up.

I got my money. But I’m not sure I ever worked so hard for it. There had to be 50 guys. And a rag tag bunch at that. I felt all sorts of cocks penetrating my ass of my pussy. And towards the end, I was slipped because there appeared to be too much cum on the floors. With as much as those men came, my belly felt full. And that explained the leakage. My fuck holes couldn’t take any anymore.

I couldn’t take it anymore. So, I begged for mercy. But the director didn’t show me any. He let those men rip apart my pussy and ass more than giving birth or being an ass rape porn star did. But I got my cocaine and that’s all that matters.

Bloody Phone Sex Massacres Excite Me

bloody phone sexBloody phone sex seems perfect for a self-proclaimed gore whore. I grew up watching horror movies and gaining a strong affinity for bloody massacres. What can I say? I’m very visceral. I respond positively to the sight of blood. I love the feel of it. And I like the taste of it too.

Perhaps you could call me a vampire. I do love blood. Plus, I have the most fun after midnight. And summer is here so that means the bars become packed with college fuckers home for summer break. For the most part, I find the college boys and girls vapid and rabid. I don’t mean literally rabid.

But I think most people understand that college boys and girls are among the meanest folks around. Self-entitled mean girl behavior never gets rewarded. In fact, with me, it makes you a target. A target of my wrath. And I thought she might make a perfect snuff porn star.

As a Gore Whore I Love a Bloody Massacre

Last night I met a vapid and very rabid coed. I tried to blend in looking less Goth like and more normal. I sat at the bar, watching these bitches in action. And I took personal offense to this blonde prissy bitch who started body shaming other girls in the bar. She’s nothing more than a bully. And she needed to die.

So, I spiked her drink and acted like her Uber driver. I read rooms extremely well. So, I knew she did not come with anybody. That seemed part of the problem. She lacked a wolf pack. So, I acted like her Uber driver and took her to my kill shack in the woods. Although during Covid, I built an underground dungeon extension to my house with a tunnel that leads out into the middle of the woods. I like to use this shack in the woods when I’m going to make a bloody mess.

The drugs kicked in during the Uber ride, and she passed out in the back of my car. Woke up, stripped naked and tied to a wood table. This cabin my grandfather left me looks primitive like the cabin in the Evil Dead movies. When this girl woke up, she immediately started spewing her bullshit.

So, I told her she was about to meet her maker. I can’t tolerate bad behavior. Perhaps it’s safe to call me a vigilante. I just possess a very low threshold for what I will kill for. And body shaming some woman publicly in a bar earned her the right to die.

Some Folks Deserve to Die, So I Make it Happen

Normally, I would prolong the torture sex. That’s part of the fun for me not just the bloody mess that happens afterwards. But everything that leads up to that bloody massacre, I enjoy too. However, her shrill voice annoyed the fuck out of me. I put duct tape over her mouth, but I could still hear her. So, I ended up cutting the torture part short and plunging my knife right into her belly button. And I pulled that knife all the way up to her sternum and watched her die as I held her entrails in my hands. I like to cut a bitch because it creates a bloody mess.

I hosed off her DNA. But I know one of those medical black lights will catch the blood splatter. These floors may look clean, but they’re all saturated with the blood of my victims over the decades. But the only thing ever left behind is a little DNA. Because I dragged her body out to the woods and let nature serve as my accomplices. Some folks just deserve to die. And that bitch was one of them.