Men make more snuff movies this time of year than any other time of year. Perhaps, women like me are part of the reason. Druggy soccer moms like me need more coke to survive in-laws and shopping. I just cannot remain sober for the holidays. Not in my DNA. So, I texted this snuff director I work with occasionally, and he offered me a role.
Although I am usually the star of his snuff flicks, this time I got to be the accomplice. He had a young ingenue for the star. She did appear to be super young and scared. I felt bad for her. Likely, she was some trafficked girl not understanding her new reality. But she was not my concern. I needed that money to get holiday coke. Snuff porn pays the most. I would be silly to get righteous suddenly because of some brat I do not even know, right?
Ring in the New Year Fucking a Little Slut to Death
The director instructed me to fist both of her holes. Although I whispered, I was sorry in her ears, I know it provided no solace to the little girl. My fists came back bloody and brown. She coated both of my fists in cherry blood and shit. I knew she was no seasoned whore. She lost her virginity to my fists. As instructed, I made her lick her shit and blood off my fingers and hands.
I fought back the guilt and kept my focus on the money the director would pay me after this movie finished filming. For about an hour, I thought this snuff flick only starred the two of us. But then a man came onto the set. He took off a robe and I almost fainted seeing how huge his cock appeared. A teen rape porn star’s worst nightmare a cock that big. I barely hurt her little cunnie with my fists compared to what he did to her fuck holes, and tiny body.
Let’s just say that angel did not make it to the next year. But I did. And I got coke. So, a young girl died. At least it was not me.
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