I love watching snuff movies. As a subby bitch, it turns me on to see another dumb whore get eviscerated on film. After awhile though, all snuff porn flicks begin to look the same and I find myself fantasizing about how to bring some creativity to the genre. I am always the victim in snuff porn. I get it. I am a worthless whore, but what if this stupid cunt wasn’t always so stupid? I have a dark side. I mean darker than being a pain slut druggy whore. I love goth culture. I’m particularly fascinated, one might say obsessed, with vampires.
For years I have masturbated to vampire gore porn. I love it bloody and sexy. A hot sexy vampire turns me into his eternal sex slave. Tonight, however, I had a different scenario in mind. I was rubbing my clit dreaming of being a blood thirsty sexy vamp who bites her victims on their cocks not their necks. Pick some guys up in a bar who think I’m just some strung out ass rape porn starlet; go home with them and as they are skull fucking me, my fangs pop out. I suck their cocks with my razor sharp teeth until the taste of cum makes me want more. Makes me want blood. I drain them of far more than just their cum. I exsanguinate them. The more blood I consume, the more violent I become. Like a rabid animal, I tear the flesh from their bodies, devour their internal organs, crush their bones with my lips, consume every ounce of their bodies. I’m in a blood frenzy like a ravenous cannibal. The victim no more, I go on a killing spree of every man who has dominated or force fucked me, used me in some manner.
But then, I wake up and realize I’m just a stupid cunt too weak from drugs to ever extract revenge. But fantasy phone sex allows a submissive whore like me to dream. What is your fantasy? Maybe I can star in your snuff film?
Snuff sex gets me into a world of trouble, but it also gives me access to the best cocaine around. Everyone in my community knows I only make snuff porn movies for two reasons: drugs or blackmail. The little films I make aren’t real. Sure they look real, but it is common knowledge no real snuff porn film has ever been verified. I felt safe answering an ad on Fet Life for an amateur victim and anal scream queen. I met Steve and Ty at the park. Public place, broad daylight so I knew I was safe. I’m an addict, but that doesn’t mean I am a dumb whore. That day, however, it did. The premise of the movie was that I was a jogger in the park who gets gangbanged. Typical male violent rape fantasy. I have done a ton of gangbang rape porn. If it gets me coke I don’t have to pay for with cash, force fuck me all you want.
To keep the reality of the film, I would go jogging in that park every night at the same time for three nights consecutively. This way the element of surprise would give the film a sense of authenticity . Seemed logical to me. I decided to jog a night earlier to practice. I’m not exactly athletic, unless snorting, sucking and fucking are consider feats of athleticism. I heard a woman scream. I thought maybe another woman was making a film, so I ran towards her cries. I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw a blonde MILF I knew from the local drug scene pinned against a tree by two men. They were fisting her cunt, biting her tits and choking her. I hid in the bushes watching. I think I’m the best snuff queen around so I wanted to check out my competition.
They brutalized her for what seemed like an eternity. Fisted her cunt, shoved twigs up her asshole, gave her bark burns on her back from fucking her so hard against the tree. I was beginning to regret my deal with the Steve and Ty, then I remembered I didn’t have enough coke to last through the weekend. I’d just dope up on some Oxy to dull the pain of the savage beating this MILF whore was getting. Then out of nowhere a knife flew hitting her square in the head pinning her to the tree like a bug. Arms and legs flailing about, blood gushing out of her head. I peed myself in fear. I wanted to run away but was paralyzed from the fear of being detected.
I wanted to believe it was staged, but she was convulsing, bleeding and shitting herself. All the things you hear happen to someone when they are dying. Her eyes were wide open. She looked desperate. She knew she was dying. The two masked men were cumming all over her dying twitching body. It was like a scene out of an X-rated Friday the 13th film. I closed my eyes, counted to ten hoping it was a bad dream. Before I got to 10, I felt a hand on my back and a voice say, “Joining us a bit early I see, Blair.” Just as I startled up I saw the girl on the tree get her throat slit. As blood was pouring from her throat, a masked man dragged me to the tree next to her. The last words I heard were, “Double feature.”
Taboo phone sex whores who make snuff porn movies are in high demand. I answered an ad on the Back Pages for a killer film production. The pay was great and as usual, I needed money to party. I’ve done all sorts of staged violent films. I end up pretty black and blue, even bloody, but I heal. This film was supposedly an ass rape porn. I’m considered the queen of anal sex movies. I can take anything up my ass from baseball bats to broken bottles. I do anything for party money and the folks in my city know that very well.
When I showed up for the shoot, the director immediately tied me up. No script was provided, which honestly scared me a bit. Everyone in the industry, even underground directors, use a script of some , sort. He told me I had no lines; my job was just to look scared and scream a lot. That would be easy. I was nervous. Once, he started using my body as a punching bag and strangling me, well the screams were real. There were several men circling me. Punch after punch I grew weaker, but that was nothing compared to the brutal torture my ass took.
Baseball bats, fists, guns, wine bottles, hammers, jagged rocks…all got shoved up my ass as I was being skull fucked. I was regretting this gig. I could feel blood running down my ass. When they were done, they made me bend over so they could fuck my prolapsed ass back inside. It didn’t work. My ass was hanging from the inside out. They all sucked on it like a pacifier too. I realized soon, there was no camera anywhere. When I asked about what kind of film this was and when I would be paid, they kicked me and spit on me, the director even pissed in my face. “Stupid whore. No movie. No money. This was just us having fun with a worthless fucking pig,” the supposed director said to me as he tossed me out on to the street. I never seem to learn. I guess desperation makes me stupid.
Normally, I like accomplice phone sex, but not all masters are created equally. My eldest stepson, for example, is a sick bastard. He blackmails me into doing his dirty work. He knows about my cocaine habit and that I fuck my much younger biological sons. He showed up today with a police uniform for me to wear. I really had no clue how sick he was until he told me I was to pose as a school police officer and lure a few brats off school grounds for a special sex party. That was 7 years ago. I am still donning that same outfit to help him make young rape porn.
I do as I am told or he will ruin my life. More so than he already has that is. I walked right on to school property. No one questioned a female officer. Even teachers who never saw me before didn’t ask for a badge or proof of identity. I went into the girl’s locker room. I know his type. Really young. Not fully developed yet. No hair on the pussy. Little bumps for boobs. Cute little bubble buts. And, extremely angelic looking. I observed for a moment then found 4 girls together dressing who appeared to be friends. I explained that I was sent by one of their parents to take them all home to one girl’s house as there had been an accident. They started crying. Guess I should have thought of a better story. But it got all of them in the molester van as I call it.
Old police van we got an auction years ago. Lots of sick shit has happened in the back of that van. Wasn’t stopping anytime soon. My stepson was in the back posing as an officer too. Those little girls had no idea they would never see their families again. My step son makes top dollar making underground movies with little girls and old men. Young little sex slaves are big earners. I know my part. I drugged them, undressed them, used a dildo on their little bald mounds and asses to loosen then up a bit. They did have cute little bodies. I can see why men like those school girls. I am no angel. I love my school bus riding sons, but I would never torture them, sell them to John Wayne Gacy or snuff them out. My step son has no morals. All he cares about is profit. And young flesh yields him top dollar. I brought him 4 school girl virgins to be molested and force fucked on film by old rich perverts.
When we got to his studio, the girls were wasted. They had stopped crying and asking questions. There were over 100 men, mostly Russian and Eastern European waiting with wads of cash. The four highest bidders went first. They paid to pop the cherries. Watching fat sweaty men hump young little girls was hotter than I imagined. I started masturbating as I watched countless men violate the holes of innocent school girls. Their innocence was lost that day. Lifeless little strung out whores, covered in cum had all their holes stretched out. Asses prolapsed. Little cunnies ruined and coated in blood. Used whores now. Can’t take them back to their parents, but can profit off them again. Besides pimping out young girls as whores to dirty old men, the second biggest money maker is young snuff porn. Force fuck them then snuff them means double profit. I have probably lured away 100s of milk carton faces over the years. Yet no one ever expects a ginger haired soccer mom to lure little ones to their demise. I steal innocence instead of baking cookies.
I had been locked up in a dungeon for days. Sodomized repeatedly, denied food and water, even denied sleep. I was desperate for freedom. So desperate, I made a deal with my captor. A deal that still haunts me to this day. He had a fetish for Asian school girls. In my community, not many around. At least not the ones old enough to drive yet. “Bring me four young chinks Blair, and you go back to your suburban life,” he said. I was weak, so I made a deal with the devil. I tried to convince myself that he was just going to force fuck them. I knew better. Snuff porn Japanese was most likely their fate, but I shot up to escape the reality and kidnapped some young Asian girls to save my own skin.
The folks in my gated community don’t know my dirty secrets, but my captor did. I had to return with the girls or be exposed as the drug addicted incest mommy I am. It was easy to snatch them up too. These four angels are always together; they are sisters. I picked them up from school in the soccer mom van, lying to them that I was asked to bring them to home. I was shaking as I delivered them to hell. I am not a religious woman, but I prayed for my soul anyhow.
I tried to escape quickly, but was forced into a front row seat for what I knew would be snuff porn. He made me an accomplice to keep me quiet. No one will miss Japanese school girl whores he said. He had this all planned. I was the key to making it happen. He played me. Knew how to break me. He had a studio all prepared. Little girl bedroom set like you see in those munchkin porn vids of brats who were on the back of milk cartons for months. My stomach was turning. He had drugged the girls but they looked scared. If they could see the torture devices on the other side of the wall, they would shit their cotton white panties.
Suddenly several other men appeared. This was more than just snuff. This was like Hostel. Dirty old men bid top dollar for the Japanese school girls I kidnapped. They could do whatever they wanted to the girl they bought and my captor would film it as a way of keeping them from getting a guilty conscious. The first girl on the chopping block was purchased for $300,000. Money can buy you anything. I watched scared, riddled with remorse as he force fucked her tiny teen holes. The more she cried, the harder he fucked her. She was a virgin from all the blood gushing out her holes. Her owner liked the blood so much he slit her femoral artery. Blood gushed out her leg, her skin grew paler, she collapsed
He didn’t want her dead, not yet at least. He took his belt and tied it around her wound to slow the bleeding. Then he fucked her some more. She was thrashing about, crying hysterically. He invited the other men to join in. They forced their dicks in her tiny holes for hours before they turned into a pack of rabid dogs tearing her limbs off; biting into her flesh. She laid there in a pool of blood, dismembered, still twitching as the camera rolled and the men shot cum over her eviscerated body. I was numb. I killed her to save my own skin. My captor shot a needle in my vein so I could get through the next three shows.
You would be surprised of the evil that lurks in the basements of nice houses owned by supposedly nice people in gated communities. Money buys you anything, even the torture and murder of young Japanese school girls.
I was blind folded. It was dark and raining. They dragged me through the woods. When the blindfold came off, I saw a creepy old church. Certainly this was an abandoned place. But when they forced me inside, I saw the group of people waiting for us. My captor called it my last supper party. A bunch of creepy old men ready to use my fuck holes. Every guy there paid top dollar to force fuck a MILF in a church. Another ass rape porn experience I thought. But it was much much more.
They assaulted my ass with crosses while saying “Fuck Jesus.” They read perverted scriptures to me. Pissed on me and told me it was holy water to cleanse an old whore’s dirty soul. They smacked me around, punched me, skull fucked me, even double penetrated me with holy objects. I was bleeding from my ass and cunt. One guy said, “Just like the Virgin Mary. A fucking whore.” I was sodomized and force fucked for hours with cocks and crosses. This was not my usual gangbang . It was blasphemy sex. They had me say fuck God and sing twisted hymns as they tortured me.
I prayed for forgiveness for the things I was saying. I’m not a religious person really, but in a church, at an alter being used and degraded made me wish I had God on my side. But he was nowhere in that church. That was a church of evil. When they were done gang banging my fuck holes, I was strung up on a big cross at the front of the church. Cum and feces smeared on my face to say “whore” and “slut.” I was bleeding down my leg, out my cunt and ass. When they started hammering nails into my extremities. I screamed. I cried. I begged. This old abandoned church, the creepy dirty old men who force fucked me, all part of a snuff porn set. I cursed God for not helping me in my final hour. A once holy place, would be my final resting ground. Fuck God, Jesus and whatever holy entity exists for not saving me in my time of need.
Rape phone sex fantasies can be about a stranger. A random act of opportunity. Or, they can be about someone you know. Some woman who has cock teased you for years, perhaps even your own mother. Be honest with yourself. You want your mommy to be your bitch. I bet she cock teased you from the day you were born. I love being a subby mommy. I know how to be a good mommy. If I were your mommy, your cock would be catered to 24/7. I would let you fuck my ass, cum on my face, pimp me out to your friends, humiliate me, even physically hurt me. How can a good mommy say no to her son?
I said no once. Many years ago. I learned a valuable lesson. My horny boy came into my bedroom with his hard cock in his hands and tried to force it into my mouth. When I scolded him, he slapped my face, grabbed the candle stick next to the bed and sodomized me until my sheets were bloodied. He was too young to even have swimmers in his ejaculate yet. However, he was not too young to make his mommy his bitch. Mothers shouldn’t tease you, nor should they scold you for your natural biological urges. Every boy wants to fuck his mother. If your mommy wont fuck you, this mommy will and more. My holes are to be used by you.
Master loves to hear me scream. My pain is his pleasure. I have no clue what my latest offense was to him, but he pulled me out of bed. Dragged me across the carpets leaving rug burns all over my body. He strung me up to my shower rod, stripped what little clothing I had on off. He flicked his cigarette ashes on me to hear me whimper. He whipped me with a leather belt that had a huge belt buckle to hear me scream. He put hat pins through my nipples and clit to hear me scream louder. The entire time he was abusing my body, his cock was out of his pants and hard as a rock.
The louder I screamed, the harder he got. Of course he had to take the abuse to a higher level. Master is always pushing my limits; attempting to find a higher level of pain that will make be scream louder than before. Every time he does this, I think there is nothing else he can do short of killing me that could make me scream louder than the last time. And every time I am wrong. Master held before my eyes a long sharp needle. At first I thought he was going to pierce my clit or my labia, even my nipples with it. In hindsight, I wished he had. He used a spreader bar to keep my legs apart. He then slowly inserted the needle into my pee hole. Not my pussy, but my urethra. The pain was worse than anything I had ever felt. I screamed bloody murder right before I passed out from the pain.
I woke up still hanging from my shower rod. A metal instrument in my urethra. Bloodied and bruised pussy mound. Pins through each nipple and clit. And cum all over my face. Master nowhere in sight. I served my purpose as his torture sex doll. I know he will be back. He cannot get enough of my blood curling screams of pain.
His instructions were clear. Find a young bitch for me to play with as you are getting old and boring. I have been with this particular guy for over a decade. I’m older now, and he wants a young new model to torture and abuse. Taboo phone sex has always been his thing. Snuff, torture, BDSM, young girls, force fucking, forced intoxication….. all things he loves, all things with me he has grown bored doing. Suddenly I went from victim to accomplice. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that, but I knew I had to find him a young teen girl fast or he might kill me since he had decided I am no longer worthy to be his fuck pig slave.
I saw Taylor at the mall. A cute barely legal little whore. I was like her once. A young cute bitch eager to please men, willing to do anything for their attention. I told her about this rave my friend was having; showed her his picture and soon she was back at my place where I over powered the whore and chained her to the couch as a present for him. Taylor tried to get away, but could not break the chains or wiggle her tiny frame out of the shackles. I felt oddly dominant. Seeing her strung out scrawny ass tied up to the couch like that made me want to hurt her. I think I was jealous. I knew where he kept his torture tools. I came back with a riding crop and a whip and started smacking the whore around. She screamed and yelled. Even called me names, which made me strike her harder. I wanted to ugly up his new teen whore. Maybe if he saw a damaged slut he would realize how valuable I still could be to him.
Master came busting through the door and punched me square in the mouth. He then kicked me repeatedly until I was in fetal position. He went over to check out Taylor to make sure I had not hurt his new pig. I didn’t see what the big deal was; I mean I picked her out, not like he knew her or anything. I just wanted to have a little fun with her too. He dragged me down into his dungeon and whipped me so bad, my skin broke. He tossed me on the floor. “You belong in the gutter you worthless pig,” he yelled as he started pissing on me. Kicked me some more, then strung me upside down and skull fucked my mouth. After he shot a load down my throat so forcefully that I puked, he cut me down and used me as a punching bag some more. He made it clear to me that Taylor was his new bitch, and I was a worthless whore.
What I did not see coming was that he would let Taylor use me. He freed her and ordered her to get some payback. The little bitch kicked and bit me, even scratched me. She called me an old bitch that should be put out to pasture. I ended up in a cat fight with a bitch half my age over a Master I should have been grateful was cutting me lose. Stockholm Syndrome perhaps, but I fought that bitch hard for him. In fact, I ended up snapping her little boney neck and killing his new pet instantly. Honestly, I didn’t know I had that kind of rage or strength in me. I guess the thought of being traded in for a younger model didn’t sit well with me. But my jealous rage and willingness to kill the competition made me his top bitch again. Oh no, what did I just do.
Do you have rape phone sex fantasies? When I was a younger mommy, strangers broke into our home. My husband and young brats were restrained and forced to watch as 3 men violated me in my marital bed. They strapped me down to the bed, put a ball gag in my mouth and force fucked me for hours. My family was powerless to assist me. My attackers kept telling them that I was a worthless cunt who deserved to be fucked like an animal. Treated like a dirty whore. One of my assailants wrote whore on my forehead. At one point I had 3 cocks in my ass at once like I was some ass rape porn star. Never had that much dick in my butt at once. It tore my rectum causing me to bleed all over my white sheets. I was crying, but not fighting for fear they would hurt me further, maybe even kill me in front of my boys. After hours of torture sex, I laid on the bed humiliated, bloodied, battered and scared. The masked intruders let the boys go and told them to attack me. “She is a dirty whore who likes it rough. Take your cock tease mommy and put her in her place,” they told my sons. Instead of helping their mommy clean herself up, they violated me all over again. Ever since then, I have been nothing but a fuck slut to my boys. Would you like to attack mommy too?
