The only thing that guys want from me is my sex. That’s really how I survive. In a way I am barely surviving and need to star in a Snuff porn to feel alive. The beating and torture are what make me really truly alive. I am the filthiest little fuck doll with how hardcore I get. Guys can take out all of their aggression on me and I get more excited by the second. I know you are getting hard now.
Is it not true that you fantasize about beating the fuck out of some trashy slut? Your years of rejection have brought you to this point. Yeah I know you are not desirable and the only way you can get laid is by buying prostitutes. It’s ok. You never even really had a chance. You were just a total loser in school and always rejected. I am the type that was extremely rude to you. I laughed at you and talked about how much of a disgusting loser you are. So how does that make you feel?
Jack the Ripper killing prostitutes is something of the past. Now I am part of the ass rape porn filming for filthy would be serial killers. It’s a cult industry and they always need a sexy plastic bimbo like me to use. Many times I nearly lost my life but god wants me to suffer even more.
Filthy needs are easily met when these sick fucks like you encounter me. Taking every ounce of aggression out on me is the prime goal here and I am the willing dumb victim of a whore. I find myself unable to resist temptation when it comes to drugs or money. I am a gold digging bimbo and I get chastised for this every second of my life but get off on the pain I endure. You can use me too if you are able to afford it.
He called me up and wanted me to open my blinds facing North. He gave me the perfect view, and I gave him that too. We were masturbating and talking dirty. I couldn’t help but notice the apartment next door to him was action too. They were filming a gangbang rape porn snuff. It looked very real. I gasped into the phone. It was on speaker. In a couple of seconds I was gaining an audience too.
As an attention whore I loved the audience. I thought it would make him hotter. But seems they broke in to his place and slit his throat. I was getting hotter. He was getting colder and losing blood. I heard his final gasps and he uttered that they were cumming for me.
I was invited out as a date to a Halloween party Last weekend. The guy seemed interesting. Found out he was a Mortician and a sexual predator. He likes to mutilate pretty woman and girls. I fit his desires and he had plans. I dressed in the costume of his wishes, a wedding dress. Evidently it was a dress from one of his dead clients. He likes to undress them after the viewing and have his final way with them. Then he searches for a victim that would fit the outfit. He found me at the bar and sized me up well. Once I dressed in the gown and had the white thigh high stockings on, and heels, he needed to make me perfect. He took me to the morgue and had me lay down on the table. Instead of fake gore and blood he went for the real. He sliced at my breasts and cunt. He put cuts on my cheeks and stitched them up. I was sedated and he went to town making his own personal ghoul. He got me up and took pictures with me. I was bleeding out all over the gown. He was too excited to go to the party. He put on a little mood music about wanting to fuck the dead. I think it was punk or gothic stuff I heard it before. He gave me wine and started making out with me. Next thing I know I an being strangled and violated. He really went all out for his fixation and fucked me in a coffin. I was then being prepped, while still breathing, to be embalmed. That’s when they came in and it was a mess of cops and screaming. I was hauled off to the hospital.
Your filthy little Deviant Fucktress of slut meat is my place. Snuff phone sex is what I am meant for. Having those filthy dark desires that overcome you, and I make that perfect outlet. Use me, abuse the fuck out of me and give no fucks about how I am left. Hanging on a tendril of hope. Teetering on the edge between living and dying. I only hope you gained your purest release, that the intoxication of the desire to destroy me was delicious.
I was just walking home from an interview for a snufftastic porn production wearing these sickly ripped up fishnets, clear acrylic platforms, and the kind of dress you find in an adult store that is nothing more than some kind of pantyhose. Well it’s packaged like pantyhose, it’s spandex/ nylon or something as sleazy. There was very little to it. I looked like a prostitute. But truth remains that I am lower than a prostitute. I am a disposable cheap whore that is meant as murder meat for a snuff production. Sadly I keep living and the bad movie of my life plays over and over again. Like a bad loop with different story lines. What is today’s story for this filth whore?
I’m the abuse whore you have dreamt about. The one that can endure whatever you need to get out those sadistic desires on. I am the Strangulation phone sex cunt that deserves her abuse. You have rape fantasies about me and wrap my own stockings around my neck and strangle the life out of me as you fuck me deep and hard. Have me on my back while you pound me. Your big hands on my neck and squeezing harder as your start to cum.
It’s true that guys have followed me from the strip club at night and forced me down a dark alley. These guys have taken their use of me for their own pleasure. Once done they just left me in a used up filthy heap of sex trash. I know yo want your part of me too.
You needed the worthless cunt in the lingerie store so bad you just stalked the bitch. You could do nothing but think of snuff sex scenarios for that cunts body to get destroyed. She was so fake, like me. I am that girl. You flirted with and I just went complete bitch on you.
You really hated that this useless bimbo acted like such a stuck up cunt to you. You do not like being talked down to by a bimbo. I turned and laughed with my girlfriends on your patheticness. That really fueled your anger. You decided to hang around and wait for me to leave the building.
This fucking prick, that is You, followed me home. You waited for darkness outside and in my apartment. You picked the lock of my door and let yourself in. By this time you were so worked up. You barged into my bedroom and hoped that I would wake up. I did. And you ripped my panties off and told me how you knew I was such a slutty cunt that would sleep naked.
I could not scream with that big hand over my mouth. You forced that fat throbbing cock in my cunt and pounded me. You violated and destroyed this cunt to no ends. I was a mess of blood and cum when you left. You also made sure to understand that you were a police officer and would be sure to make my life hell if I ever tried to report it. You kept a watch on me. Circling my building while on shift. Following me in your cruiser when I was out of my apartment. I get no peace from this Peace officer.
The only good whore is a mangled whore that gets use for ass rape porn. This is the truth for me. My life if fueled with being beaten and violated by whatever sadistic men desire to do with me. It’s the only way I feel alive or useful. I had a guy trying to breed me through my asshole. He wanted to rip on through with his big nigger dick and stuff a load in my cervix. He wanted me bred black. It’s the only use for a fake whore like me. You know that I just moaned and screamed. I put up no fight. He slipped on a steel cap over his dick head that was like a spike. He managed to mangle up my ass and cunt. Punching his 12 inches of black fuck meat into my ass making me scream holy holy as he ripped on through. I was going into shock and I thought he was done when he pulled out. He pulled off his whore cunt puncher cap and slammed right back into my ass. Bareback pounding my ass and into my cunt with blood spewing everywhere. He pumped a mad thick load in me. That fucking shit burned like a damned witches cunt over a bonfire.
“Oh what a sweet piece of fuck meat” is what I heard him sneer at me as I was being circled. I was walking home from the club last night. It’s not always the best thing but I am always doing what’s not best. This guy pulled up and tried getting me to get in his car. He just really wanted to give me a ride home. I told him no thanks. He was offended by my dismissal.
He stopped at the corner ahead of me and still tried to get me in his car. He got out of the car and started walking around me looking me up and down. I just stood there wanting to be out of this situation. He started to get aggressive and laugh at me. He shoved me down and took his way with me. He beat the crap out of me and fulfilled his filthiest bloody rape fantasies on me and ruined my face with his punches.
I’ve been considered a Torture phone sex addict by some. They see how hot and wet I get after I have done a really hot and extreme torture call with screaming and slapping my whore cunt. I really get into the hot ones that have to do with large beast cocks and lots of pure fucking assification defilement. My ass is the shitpost of the week for one of my guys. He was just on me with pictures of my ass fucking everywhere on his social accounts.
These fixations this guy has with my ass has had him get bold enough and approach me. I called him a sicko looser and to get out of my face. That’s when he laughed and held his phone to me with so many videos of my ass he has been stalking me. He was obsessed. I was grabbed by the throat and forced to step backwards falling into the open side door of a van. He scrambled in pulling me in and closing the door as the van sped off.
I was bound at the wrists and had my panties ripped off of me. They shoved my panties in my mouth and he continued to play the slide show of my ass pictures. He was telling me in each image what he felt like doing to my ass. Soon enough though I found out. He set up the cameras and stripped me naked except my whore thigh highs and high heels. My “slut gear made for porn fucking” to put it in his words. He was roughly pounding my ass with what seemed to be a huge beast llike cock. I just imagined him being furry and his cock was a beasts. I came so fucking hard.
