Snuff sex is not what I was expecting. I was expecting bondage. It was an underground bondage club. That was what the ad said when it was announcing its big grand opening. The ad specially called for bondage whores to come and explore their underground world. Submissive whores like me soon discovered the ads were just a rouse to lure prey there. I fell for it too. I was not the only one. I was in a room, suspended from an overhead beam when a man in an executioner’s mask walked in. I thought it was role play; master and servant kind of games. After I blew him, I found out bondage was the furthest thing from his mind. He pulled out a very menacing serrated blade. He made sure to tell me in graphic detail about all the pigs he has gutted with that blade. I was quivering. His voice was sinister. The look in his eyes told me that this was no role play game to him. I was right. He cut off my right nipple, then my left one. I was forced to chew on my own whore nipples. The torture sex did not stop there. Next up was both breasts. He cut them off like he was cutting of a chicken thigh to eat. I passed out from the pain and shock of seeing my own blood and flesh pooling beneath me. How dare I pass out. He punched me in the face, breaking my nose and jolting me awake. He skinned me alive. Tore the flesh off my body, slowly and deliberately to torture me. I heard screams and cries from all over. I knew this was no bondage club. This was one big snuff porn shoot, only it was not fake. I was not getting out of this club unless it was in a body bag.
Sometimes when I am getting fucked, it feels like torture sex. Seriously, some men really enjoy tearing up my fuck holes. I was a drunken whore over the weekend. No surprise. Look at me, right? I was at my favorite watering hole. I was looking to score some weed. I scored more than that. I found out the hard way that going up to a stranger and asking if they have any pot to sell is not cool. One of his henchmen dragged me into the bathroom. I thought we just had to be out of the open to do the buy. The only thing I got in the bathroom was gang banged. Five men surrounded me. They forced me to strip naked. They claimed they had to check me for wires. Part of the checking process included fisting my cunt. Never had anything that thick crammed in my cunt before. Damn, the pain was intense. I tried to explain I just wanted some weed. I was not down to fuck, not like this at least. “Think we care what a stupid bimbo wants,” one of them yelled at me. I knew I was about to be violated. Violated in a dirty, dingy bathroom. Was not the first time; certainly, it would not be the last. I got some weed, but I also got doused in cum and gaped open. Such is the life of a subby whore.
Snuff sex Cassandra is my handle in a few fetish online chat rooms I belong too. It is because I have fantasies about dying. Some of my fantasies are inspired by my callers. I have some sick twisted regulars. One of my most creative callers recently did a call with me that had me bragging in one of the chat rooms about wanting to die in just such a fashion. He was a mad scientist of sorts creating new drugs. Killer drugs. I was a sex slave thus he could legally test his drugs on me like I was a lab rat. I woke up strapped down with him injecting his drug into me. When I protested he reminded me I was a sub human. I asked questions. I wanted to know what was going to happen to me, but he was vague with the details. He shot a needle in my arm. Nothing happened. When he hooked up an industrial sized vibrator to my pussy, I thought this was like a female enhancement trial. No such luck for a blonde bimbo slave. It was a death drug. When I came, my heart would stop beating. Death by orgasm. A hot and terrifying concept. I tried not to cum. I tried to think of horrible things so I wouldn’t cum. I couldn’t. I am a pain slut. I am a snuff porn junkie. I resisted for as long as I could but the intensity was too strong. I came. I felt my heart seizing up like some one was on the inside squeezing it. Within minutes of cumming, I was dead. Wouldn’t it be great to die by orgasm? Sure, your dead, but what a way to go. If you want to snuff me, which I know you do, make me cum to death.
I was hired for a bachelor party; specifically, I was to fuck the groom to be. He likes blonde bimbos and his best man heard I do some private escorting occasionally and sent me a text. We have a mutual friend. Easy money I thought. These guys were choir boys compared to who I was accustomed to meeting. We had an enjoyable time. I gave lap dances, a few blow jobs, nothing rough. It was the break I needed. I was staying the night with the groom to be. That was the deal. I was to seduce him, act like I was doing something I was not supposed to be doing because I liked him. I thought he bought it until he grabbed my arm and pinned it behind my back like a WWW wrestler. One wrong move, my arm would have snapped like a twig. “You are just a paid whore. Don’t think I don’t know that,” he seethed. Dr. Jekyll appeared suddenly. He tossed me on the bed with both arms pinned behind me. Damn it hurt. He forced his cock inside my ass. He didn’t bother with lube or a condom. According to him, a whore like me doesn’t deserve pleasure. I could feel my asshole tearing as he fucked me dry and hard. I don’t mind anal sex, but this hurt. He wanted it to hurt. He kept yelling at me to cry. I was fighting back the tears because normally crying gets me hurt worse. He wanted the tears, so I let loose. His dick got harder hearing me cry and plead. He didn’t show me any mercy, however. He just sodomized me harder until he exploded in my ass. When he came, he gripped my arm so tight it snapped. Spiral fracture. Not my first one either, but it hurt so bad I blacked out. I woke up naked, with a bloody ass and a broken arm in the alley behind his loft. I was put out like trash.
I enjoy taboo phone sex fantasies. I do all the things normal women would never consider. That is why I make such a good victim. There is nothing I won’t do to make your experience, your fantasy, as nasty, even as deadly as you want it. Obviously, I have never really been snuffed. But, I would be lying if I said I didn’t get off thinking about dying a horrible, violent death. I am extremely fond of medieval torture. Guillotines, racks, water torture and other painful and gruesome ways to die turn me one. I know that is some fucked up shit right? Daddy abused me all my life until I ran away from home. I spent a few years on the streets learning that the more I let men abuse me, the more money I made. Does hurting women turn you on? Do you watch violent, bloody films and think how hot it would be to snuff me in the same fashion? Maybe you don’t think about snuffing me, but some other woman you know. I have been snuffed by daddy, my husband, random strangers, ex boyfriends, even bosses. I can role play whomever you want to kill for you. Confession. I might get jealous that she gets torture sex. When I play the object of your scorn, I get so very wet thinking of all the pain you inflict on her body. I want tortured. I fantasize about you fucking me with razor blades on your cock so you shred my pussy, even my ass. I also masturbate to images in my head of being disemboweled while you fuck me to death. I know. I am a sick bitch. That is why I make such a good victim. I have no limits or taboos, so bring me your sickest fantasy.
Rape phone sex fantasies are something callers enjoy exploring with me. Men I meet at clubs and on the BDSM circuit enjoy force fuck scenarios too. I always say you can’t force the willing. I am a submissive whore. I enjoy rough sex. I met Jacob at an underground BDSM party a few weeks ago. His ultimate fantasy was to take a woman against her will. He didn’t want me if I was willing. I acted like I was too good for him. I tried to outsmart him, but it didn’t work. He put his hands around my throat, spit in my face and tossed me against the wall. I tried to run out the door. He beat me to the door, slammed it shut, then smacked me down again. I learned the more I fought and cried, the harder he came at me. I did outsmart him, but he was venomous. Pure evil in his eyes as he crushed his hands against my throat. He forced my mouth open so he could ram his cock down my throat. He was far bigger than I anticipated. Seriously, like almost a foot long. It was all I could do to not puke on his dick. He caught me trying to rub my pussy as he skull fucked me. He didn’t approve. He kicked me in the cunt. Hard swift kick in the cunt. I fell backwards. He decided to treat me like an ass rape porn star. I got a hardcore ass fucking while his hands clenched my throat. I choked, then I puked. He pounded my head into the floor with as much fervor as he pounded my ass. Once he came in my ass, he went back to fucking my mouth. He took pleasure in seeing me grimace from the taste of my shit. I got more than I bargained for with him. I guess I learned the lesson “be careful what you wish for.”
Taboo phone sex is what a submissive whore does best. Normally, men only call me for their submissive slut needs. They like scenarios where I am beaten, snuffed, tortured and force fucked. Tommy, wanted to see my accomplice side. He was less interested in hurting me. He needed me for his revenge scenario. I was the perfect blonde bimbo. Just the kind of woman his former boss loves. Tommy got fired from a good job simply because the boss’s mistress liked him. Tommy paid me rather handsomely for the job. When we met, I assumed he wanted me as his fuck doll, slave or pig. I was intrigued that I was hired for the accomplice role, not the victim. I had no trouble luring his former boss to my place. I was a damsel in distress at the right time. He was putty in my hands. Seriously, this guy really was a sucker for a buxom blonde bimbo. I gave him a thank you cocktail laced with heavy sedatives. Tommy was just waiting for the meds to kick in to drag him to the basement. My basement is a slave’s palace. All the toys and equipment a master needs. Today, that master was me! Tommy tied his boss to my St. John’s cross naked. When his ex boss saw him, he was livid, but tied up. I administered a healthy dose of cock and ball torture. It was fun to use my various whips and paddles on his cock, especially when I saw how small of a cock he had. Seriously, for all his bravado and flirting, I expected way more than 3 inches. Tommy filmed me swatting his tiny testicles with a fly swatter. Even captured his boss eating my piss ice cubes. I was having so much fun, I got carried away and castrated him. Well, I half castrated him. I accidently took one ball off. The creep liked it. A sadist at heart, so I took the other one while he begged for it. All caught on camera. Tommy didn’t want his job back. Our little revenge plan was all for blackmail. I got a nice bonus for castrating the loser too. I won’t let it go to my head, but clearly, I got some accomplice phone sex training!
Snuff porn? Do you like watching or making it? My Master enjoys both. We have been watching this series of Japanese snuff films all week. It is foreplay for him. He was fucked up on meth last night when we watched this bondage film. I thought it was a bondage movie, but in the end, the man in the executioner’s mask, slit the bimbo’s neck while he was cumming in her ass. There was so much blood. She went lifeless quickly. It looked so real. Hard to believe it was fake. When it was over, Master pulled me by my hair over to a recreation of the same bondage device the girl in the snuff movie was hooked up too. He was really fucked up. Pissed too. He found out that I fucked another guy without permission for some weed. No man can touch me unless he grants permission. He tied me up like the girl in the video. He even put a ball gag in my mouth just like she had. He pulled out his dick and started force fucking my ass. He never uses lube either. It was hardcore anal torture. He pulled my hair so hard, a got a fist full of my blonde locks. I screamed as I saw the knife. He was angry enough for snuff sex. He put the blade to my throat as he fucked my ass. He bit my ear then dug the knife in just enough to nick my neck. I could feel blood running down my neck into my boobs. I closed my eyes tight, fearing the worse. Instead of slitting my throat, he carved his initials in my “whore ass” and cut off chunks of my pretty hair. “Now other men will know who owns you, whore,” he seethed as he came in my ass. I am running out of lives.
Torture sex was on his mind. Not just BDSM kind of torture, either. You see, I was on death row. I was guilty of being a black widow. He yanked me from cell and dragged me to platform outside. Other female inmates were there too. He looked like an old fashioned executioner. I scanned my surroundings out of fear and curiosity. Was this a dream? Or was this how I was paying for my sins? As a pain slut, I was aroused. But when he told me my orgasm would kill me, I thought surely, I am dreaming. He jabbed a syringe full of some sort of milky substance into my thigh. My body got flushed. He stripped me, affixed some nipple clamps to my worthless tits and yanked the chain repeatedly. I let out a scream. I was trying not to take pleasure in the pain, but then he started smacking my tits. Over and over and over again, he whacked my breasts hard. My breasts respond to pain. My pussy was moist. He took an object resembling a broom handle and fucked my whore pussy with it. He was rough too. He knew I liked pain. He made me suck it clean when he was done. He dragged my worthless body to a handmade saw, strapped me down and turned that handle into a fuck machine. I was in trouble. That poison was pulsing in my veins as the fuck machine went warp speed in my pussy. I was not dying by lethal injection or a firing squad. I was dying by my own orgasm. I was unable to stop the flood gates. The harder I got fucked, the harder I came. I let out one last shrill scream as I came, then my world went blank. As a taboo phone sex slut, I love seeing how creative you can get when killing me. Death by orgasm is one of the most creative and fun ways to die. My pussy is still wet.
Snuff sex? It’s too final for me. I mean snuff equals death, right? He said we were just simulating a snuff scenario. I didn’t have a choice. He is a man. Men are always in control, at least with me. I’m just a blonde bimbo, right? I’m not good for anything but fucking, sucking and abusing. When I arrived, I was ordered to disrobe. It was time for a naked inspection. Him and his friends inspected me for body hair and cleanliness. I had very specific orders on how I was to appear before arrival. Clean, shaved and sans any make up, perfume or jewelry. Once I passed inspection, I was escorted to the basement with several other women. Someone was cooking something. I could smell the aroma. Sweet with herbs. It was hard to imagine we were being served dinner. When we arrived at the bottom of the stairs, we all gasped when we realized we were going to be dinner. Big caldrons of water hanging over open flames with girls already cooking. Have you ever smelled cooking flesh? Apples were placed in our mouths. A masked man rubbed us down with a butter and olive oil mixture. Another man sprinkled herbs on us. I sat there scared knowing I was simply waiting my turn to be cooked to death. I felt a strange mix of fear and satisfaction. If going to die, at least I knew I would make a satisfying meal. What are your cannibalism phone sex fantasies?
