He wanted to make a snuff porn. I just didn’t realize he wanted me to be his star. I thought he wanted a young girl and I would get to be his accomplice like I have so many times before. I thought I had been bringing him good cunts to kill. My usefulness to him was over. I agreed to a snuff movie, and he punched me. Knocked me out cold. I woke up tied to his torture board. The cameras were pointed at me. No other girl was in the dungeon but me. I was scared. I was terrified actually. I never saw it coming. Honestly, I thought I had served him well. He told me I was used up and boring. He needed some excitement and something tighter on his dick. I feared how he would kill me. Snuff sex with him is always gory and violent. He was playing around with matches like that was a hint. Then the smell of gasoline hit me, and I peed myself in fear. He was going to burn me alive like I was a witch. He started dousing my body in gasoline. I cringed and begged for mercy. He pulled out his cock and got off on my fear. He came on me as he struck the match. He had an evil grin on his face as he tossed the match. I went up in flames. I could smell my flesh burning. I could feel it. It was like I was in hell. I couldn’t believe he was doing this to me. I had been his accomplice for years. I brought him lots of tender age flesh to kill. It was my turn to die and what a horrible way to die too. He burned me alive in his basement, by the time he put out the flames, I was a crispy critter.
Torture sex is what I endured for hours on end over the weekend. I disappointed master by being a cheating whore. I know I need permission to do anything, even to take a pee. I went to a new fetish underground club and didn’t tell him. He was checking it out too and I got busted red handed. I thought he was going to let it slide. He just gave me a disapproving look, but he didn’t act. I should have known better. He once broke my arm for forgetting to flush the toilet after he used it. He is a mean SOB; he wouldn’t let anything go. Three days later I got my punishment. It was the worst punishment he has ever inflicted on me. He tied me up, which is nothing. I thought he was going to put oranges in a pillow case and beat me. Honestly, he has almost killed me with that method a couple times. Once I saw the firecrackers, I was praying for a pillowcase of oranges. He tied me up and suspended me form his beam. The beam is just high enough that I can’t touch the ground, so it is very painful. He shoved a roman candle in my ass and lit it. He counted down the explosion getting erect at my fear. He laughed when my ass prolapsed from the explosion. My ass exploded too. My blood, shit, and flesh splattered against the wall. I was pretty sure my ass was gaping even more than an ass rape porn star. Blood was running down my legs. My ass was burnt and mutilated. I was shaking, almost in shock and definitely in need of medical treatment. Master was just laughing and stroking his cock. “Now that your perfect body isn’t so perfect anymore Cassandra, perhaps you will think twice about cheating on me,” he seethed. I may think twice about even sitting now that my ass is charred and mutilated.
I have cannibalism phone sex fantasies. I am a sick bitch. I am tall with meat on my bones. I love the idea of being cooked alive. My deep dark fantasy almost came true last week when I was hitchhiking. I know today, hitching a ride with a stranger is dangerous. Very dangerous. My car died on the side of the road. It was 95 degrees outside. I had to get in a car. My car was not the only one overheating. A nice older couple picked me up. Honestly, I thought they were harmless grandparents. I didn’t think they could be flesh eating zombies. They gave me a bottled water to cool off. It was obviously spiked because the next thing I knew, I was naked and bound with a stick up my ass. They were putting something on my body. It was butter. Melted butter mixed with herbs was all over my body. I was scared. This was not a fantasy. I was not having a nightmare. Grandpa and grandma were going to cook me alive and eat me. I was dinner. They were singing and smiling like nothing was unusual. I think there is something unusual about cooking a 150-pound blonde goddess alive. When I tried talking, they shoved an apple in my mouth like I was the main course at a Hawaiian luau. There was a huge pot of boiling water in the corner. I knew that was where I was going next. As a blue haired granny, took sticks of butter and rubbed them all over my body, grandpa cut veggies into the pot. I didn’t think they could move me to the pot. They were old and frail looking. They didn’t need too. They rang a bell and an army of inbred mother fuckers hungry as fuck came and dumped me into the boiling water. I passed out from the pain, so the rest went blank. I hope I fed the family from Deliverance well. Maybe I can bring more satisfaction in death than I could in life.
Torture sex is the only sex I get, he informed me. I had passed out at a party. It wasn’t a freaky S & M party, but the private party afterward certainly was a kinky nightmare for me. I woke up suspended from a rafter in the great room stripped naked. It was like a bad slumber party from my youth. If you fell asleep first the other girls put your hands in water, so you would pee your sleeping bag. I got too drunk, passed out and became the host’s sex slave. He had an array of scary BDSM equipment hanging from the wall. It was like he was just waiting patiently for a whore like me to get way too drunk. First came the nipple clamps. Second, came the whipping and flogging. He used a switch first but found he liked his leather belt the most because it welted my skin. The more I cried or begged to be released, the harder he whipped me. He focused on my tits for a solid hour it felt like. My big fake funbags grew a size from the swelling. He enjoyed making my tits inflamed. Just when I thought he was done because his arms seemed tired, the abuse took a turn for the worse. He invited his party guests to take turns whipping and punching me. Men and women slut shamed me and took turns abusing my body. One guy punched me so hard, he popped a saline bag. I guess I know now never to pass out at a party. My body looks like I had snuff sex all night. I am black and blue, even purple and red. I am covered in welts and I have lopsided tits. Just a day in the life of a submissive whore.
It was a gangbang rape porn audition he said. I was hesitant because the place looked scuzzy and nothing like the picture in the ad. I have been fetish modeling for years, but legitimate studios don’t make you audition like this. There is never any actual fucking before being hired. I needed the money. I should have listened to my gut and ran, but I thought maybe this is how that studio does things. When they tied me up with rope, it was too late to listen to my gut. I was bound and not going anywhere but on all fours. It was me, three men and the producer. He claimed he needed authenticity; that he needed to know I could convey real pain and dismay. He had no clue who he was working with. I am a snuff queen and a pain princess. The room smelled like death. There was no light. The stains on the old casting couch may have been blood. I tried not to think of shit like that as they took turns ass fucking me and gaping my pink pussy. They were rough with me. Hands around my throat, hair pulling, ass smacking, even a few cigarette burns. They urinated on me like dogs marking their turf. The producer wasn’t filming a thing. He was just watching as these men force fucked me for hours. They were on some Viagra shit because none of them ever went soft after cumming. I was coated in cum. Because they fucked me so forcefully, I was bleeding. They laughed at the shit and blood I left on their cocks as they made me clean up the mess I made. I was there all night, tied up and used as a fuck doll. This was no audition, this was snuff porn. They tried to fuck me to death. They came close, but again, they had no clue who they were dealing with.
Strangulation phone sex leaves me begging for more every time. I am an erotic asphyxiation girl. I have always enjoyed rope, ties, collars and scarves around my neck. I have hidden my many bruises over the years with choke collar necklaces and silk ties. Jim knew my secret, however. He hates me. I never meant to tip my hat to him at a party. I got drunk and ran my mouth to a girlfriend about by dark fetish. He overheard us and used it to his advantage. He has hated me for years because I rebuffed him. He has been trying to date me for years, but he is neither rich or handsome. Plus, he is not a dominant man. Years of sexual frustration and rejection turned into anger towards me. He drugged my glass with something potent. When I woke up, I was naked with a choke caller on and in his house. I know he has rape fantasies about me. I was afraid, those fantasies were about to become a reality. He had no desire to fuck my whore holes. He said he realized years ago that I was likely a diseased skank. I had never seen this side of him. Jim was a mild manner geek with a paper pushing job. I only knew him because he was the brother of a friend. He told me if I was such a kinky slut, then I wouldn’t mind him choking the shit out of me. I thought this was some sort of snuff porn hoax. I mean he didn’t have it in him to hurt me. I was wrong. It wasn’t the first time, but I think it would be my last time. His hands went around my neck so tight that I passed out. I felt blood welling up in my throat when I woke up. I started choking on my blood, then everything went dark.
Master pimped me out for some torture sex. He needed money and he said I was his only commodity. He sold me for the day to a bunch of hillbilly farmers. Apparently, it was National Corn on the Cob Day. As they strapped me down to some machine used to husk corn, the boys from deliverance had an evil grin on their faces. I swear, I felt like I was in a Wrong Turn movie. They were in overalls, missing many teeth and looked like they were a few generations into inbreeding. My only hope was that they would force fuck me with corn on the cob instead of their hillbilly dicks. Be careful what you wish for. They had a barrel of freshly husked corn for my fuck holes. I swear, I heard Dueling Banjos playing as they grabbed corn ears to sodomize me with. They had a sick way of celebrating National Corn on the Cob Day. They made an ass rape porn with me as the star, rather my asshole as the star and corn cobs as my co-star. You wouldn’t think that corn on the cob would hurt, but when you have inbred freaks shoving 4 and 5 ears of thick corn in your ass at once, you are screaming bloody murder. I was out in some desolate corn farm too. No one could hear my screams. I tried to think of something else, anything else, but these inbred mother fuckers smelled awful. They were hands down the most disgusting men master has ever sold me too. I was the star of some bizarre corn on the cob snuff porn. I was trying to see the positive. Corn on the cob was better than their cocks. Corn on the cob was just foreplay. After my fuck holes were bloody and gaping, they hillbilly fucked me. Their dicks were dirty and deformed, likely diseased too. Who would have thought I would have ever wished to be gang banged by corn on the cob over cock. Happy Corn on the Cob day my ass. I don’t think I can ever look at corn the same way again.
He had a torture sex fantasy. I was the perfect star. He bought me at a black market auction for bimbos. He bought me for a steal too because I had outlived my usefulness to any man. My new master immediately put chains on me. Leg irons and handcuffs too. He thought I was moving too slow. “Let’s go Bitch,” he yelled as he slapped me across the tits. I picked up the pace. I inquired where he was taking me. He informed me he was some sort of scientist. A mad scientist who was using me as his Guinea pig for a new assassination technique. He planned to inject me with some microscopic robots that would invade my heart and when I orgasmed would kill me by stopping my heart. His plan was death by orgasm. He stripped me naked, put a leather collar around my neck that kept my head from moving. I was lead downstairs into the dark death chamber basement. I was scared and aroused. A spreader bar kept me from closing my legs as he examined my wet pussy and mocked me for being aroused at my ultimate demise. He injected his mad experiment into my right thigh. I felt weird suddenly. My body was taut, restrained and spread eagle. He used a variety of instruments, including his fingers to masturbate me. As hard as I tried to think of other things, unpleasant things, I found myself aroused. My wet pussy betrayed me. He was determined to make a snuff porn with his purchased whore. I fought the pleasure, but it was impossible. I am a pain slut. Deep down, I knew I deserved to die. I had just hoped, I would not go out like this. I came. I came heard. I felt my body stiffening and soon after chest pain. In the end what gave me the most pleasure in life, killed me. What is your snuff fantasy?
Ass rape porn is like a daily thing for me. No one fucks me gently. I don’t know what sweet love making means. No one gives me sweet anything. Men treat me like a whore. Women treat me like I am a worthless bimbo. When I was invited to a swank dinner party, I was so happy. I thought perhaps things were changing for me. It started off nice. All the other guests were giving me attention I was not accustomed to receiving. I started feeling woozy. Next thing I knew I woke up tied up and strapped to the dining room table. The guest who had been chatting me up earlier were know standing around me in a circle with evil grins on their faces. Looking hungry. They were talking about my thick thighs and scrumptious ass. One lady started rubbing melted butter all over my skin, while a man rammed a stick up my ass. When the apple went in my mouth, I realized I was the main course of the dinner party. They were fighting over who got to eat what part of me. I tried screaming but I was weak from the drugs and I was gagged with an apple. They carried me out to an open fire and started roasting me like a pig at a luau. Fire made my skin crackle. I was being burned alive like a witch and it was painful. I was afraid; it showed in my eyes, but they just sprinkled me with seasoning and continued to cook me alive over an open frame. I was worthless in life, perhaps I would be worth something in death. I could at least provide some folks with a satisfying meal. Do you have cannibalism phone sex fantasies? I sure do. I want to be your satisfying meal.
Daddy told me all I was good for was snuff sex. Back then I never believed him. I was desperate to get out from his clutches. I ran away from home before graduating high school. All I encountered on the streets were men who made daddy look like a choir boy. Its been a decade plus some years since I ran away. The life and soul has been beat out of me. I know my calling. I was born to die a violent death. I decided to be master of my own demise. I got on the dark net to auction off my own murder. I have been planning it for months with the help of some masters who know the dark net terrain well. Do you know how many men want to make a homemade one of a kind snuff porn with me as the star? It was a live podcast for the bidding. I was telling viewers about me, about my life and the bids started coming in from all over the world. Hundreds of men want the privilege of killing a blonde bitch. Some guys commented on the numerous ways they would dispose of me. Some were more violent than others. I want violence. I want blood. I want gore. And, mostly I want pain. I should die a gruesome way. I sold my death to an Irish bloke named Ian for $1 million. There were higher bids but known quite as violent. I made my own Hostel movie. Ian is a fan of medieval torture. He showed me his dungeon full or torture devices. He even plans to skin me alive before tearing off each limb and eating my flesh I won’t know when or where, but my ultimate demise is now imminent. How would you kill me or do you prefer to watch?
