As an aspiring porn star of the darker kind the very idea of starring in a snuff porn makes me excited. Pain is my best friend. Mutilating my body is a real perverse thing I get off on doing and having done to me. I have breast implants and have had to have them fixed a few times. It seems guys love to mutilate them often. I deserve it. My body is fake with Botox and implants and so many types of cosmetic surgery. It’s just that I am cut up and tortured so much and I am obsessed with my appearance.
A fuck barbie like me is only useful for film if she looks good and fake. That is my only reason for living is to have my body as a lure to be destroyed. I need to feel hopeful that my dreams can come true. I hope you will introduce me to my destiny. It’s to the slaughterhouse I go and my hopes and dreams are for this to happen.
Arriving I am immediately rushed into a part of the slaughterhouse with a line of meat hooks. There are two other carcasses of whores hanging, they have been drained of their blood. One is a redhead, the other a brunette. My pussy starts to get wet thinking I may be the Blonde to be hanging there beaten and tortured as meat. I am the true white meat. My white meat cunt needs to be tenderized and used as does the rest of my body. Please let me be the star for the next scene and as the trophy of my performance I wish to be hung on the hook too.
As a druggy cum slut of a bimbo date nights never go well. This date was set up for me by my dealer whom I owed. I thought I was just going to entertain some rich guy for him. Never thought I’d end up in a torture phone sex situation. Stupid me to think it would be an easy way around what I owed him.
Yeah I knew he was a Puerto Rican drug lord and all, but fuck the dude has class. How bad would it be, I mean he is a religious man and just deals in some seedy shit. Life takes weird turns right? Well fuck of a lot did I know. This was a set-up for my demise. Yeah, I know I should be used to it right? After all I am constantly being ruined, tortured and left for dead. Fuck knows it’s the only way I feel alive.
This guy was damned near 7 feet tall and a fucking beast. He was extremely intimidating and I was weak in the knees just imaging what his cock would be like. I seriously got wet imagining him taking me and taking me hard. This guy must really destroy girls with his fucking. I honestly could not think straight and was just all over him, wanting him. The wetness between my legs could be smelled by an animal like him.
It seems he did smell me and it made something really click. His beastliness came out. He took me to a seedy hotel that was abandoned. I was eager to fucking please him but he wanted none of that. He back handed me so hard when I tried to go for his cock. Knocking me down. He grabbed me by my ankles and dragged me across the floor to the bathroom. I was still unable to keep my hands from my cunt and he just laughed at me.
He called me a perra tonta and laughed some more. I was taped with duct tape and he started to cut me up before getting a call and rushed out. I was bleeding out and could barely get loose of the tape. I woke up in the ER hours later.
Murder, Mayhem and a slutty cunt are the makings for a horror movie, but it’s my life. As a snuff whore I make it barely out of the weekend alive. It’s totally true that I love to be destroyed, over and over again. I live the life of a dark and filthy overture that is on an endless loop. Some days it feels like a death loop to be real. I wish I did die some of these nights of pure and utter horror. The burning of my cunt when I pee after it being destroyed and looking like ground beef. I fucking swear it practically makes me need to rub one out as I pee in such delirious pain.
My tits get bruised and bloodied. My lips are swollen and a black and blue eye stairs back at me in the bathroom mirror as I see my hair matted with jizz. I am a walking fuck doll after a frat party of hormone high and drunk fraternity boys. They would bash me about and take their turns on me. Every hole left ripped, gaped and jizzed in. I will smell like cheap beer, urine ass and cum. This is my reality and it’s 99% of the time caught on film.
I’m the perfect victim for your snuff desires. Murder phone sex fantasies or so hot for me. I love to be beaten, abused, stuffed with cock. Truth is I’m just useless fuck meat. I get treated like a bitch, bitch handlers handle me like one of their little bitches. They like to pretend to breed me with those big furry cocks. These furry critters really Tear into me. One time the furry one was huge, it ripped the inside of my uterus up. I screamed in so much pain but it was useless. The bitch handlers really got off on that. They came in and stuff their big hard throbbing dicks down my throat. I was gagging on cock while I was getting my cunt and ass ripped open my dick.
The truth is I was never meant to be more than a whore. Making ass rape porn makes me feel desired and used for a good cause. I’m a gaped cunt whore and my whore holes are used to their fullest value.
So the other night when I thought I was getting myself into a hot fuck situation, I was greatly wrong. This was a really hot guy and he seemed thoroughly interested I me. But of course, it turned out to be the usual tryst. Me as just a fuck whore used to his fullest pleasure.
His friends or clients fullest pleasure. Filmed as the cunt whore fuck doll I am then trashed. Loaded into an Uber paid to shoved me out at the curve side of a hospital.
I’m just a fucking floozy and strangulation phone sex gets me super wet. You know there was a time and I was taken down south to be a fucking sex slave and all I could think about was when they were going to fucking off me. I just wanted it so bad to feel my neck break. It gets me so hot the pain that I entered from all those fucking junkies pounding the fuck out of my pussy like a filthy fucking trashy whore that I am.
so sometimes I have to work the streets. A prostitute. That’s my ultimate fucking high. To be used as a fucking filthy whore. Never knowing which guy is actually going to end up killing me. Fucking me to death strangling me, beating the shit out of me, making me overdose on fuck knows what. That is living for me.
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.
