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Ass rape porn by black cock traumatizes my rosebud

Ass rape pornThe Ass rape porn my Master makes me do rips my insides apart. He never tells me before hand. He surprises me when he has a gang of black thugs enter the room with massive hard on’s. Even in the moment I can’t contain my fear. I hate it when he makes me take black cock. They are so massive and those guys are so hard on me. But I exist to serve my Master’s desires. 

 My Master knows how much I dread it, and that’s precisely why he does it. He knows I don’t want black dick in me, it’s not that I am racist either. It’s just that he gets the meanest guys he can find, literally thugs who just got out of prison and when they see me they turn into wild animals. They make sure I suffer every moment. 

The pain is unbearable. Those black cocks are so fucking big that they hurt so bad. My Master watches as I scream and cry, begging for him to stop. But he never does. Instead, he eggs the black guy on, urging him to violate me with Violent hardcore sex.

I take it like a good little whore, letting that black cock invade my body and violate me in the most intimate way possible. And as I do, I can feel my Master’s satisfaction, his desire for me growing stronger with every cry of pain.

 

Sex with dead bodies is something Master & I can’t stop

Sex with dead bodiesSex with dead bodies, the taste of death on his lips is pure ecstasy. My Master gave me this addiction, forced me at first and now I crave it constantly.  

With each new torture session, I could taste the fear in the air. The victims, locked in their final moments, begging for mercy, I became increasingly aroused. I was familiar with the routine, and it excited me more than anything.

As I felt myself getting hotter, I relished the sight of Master slicing through her skin with a rusted scalpel, the smell of her thick blood permeating the room. The woman would whimper as he dipped the blade in her now empty eye socket, me cutting in as well, making her writhe in a mix of searing pain and increasing sexual pleasure.

She was mine to devour, and I knew it. I reveled in her screams, the sound echoing through the room, fueling my own dark desires. I felt compelled to come closer, to explore this strange allure that her body held in its new, lifeless state.

When the poor soul finally let out her final gasp, the room became eerily still. Master turned to me, a wicked grin on his face. “Well, my dear, that’s the last one. Any requests for the next batch?” He asked playfully, raising an eyebrow in amusement as he tugged at the chains binding me.

“Alive, of course,” I whispered, my eyes wide and innocent behind the facade of my eagerness. Master knew exactly what I wanted, and he was more than happy to oblige.

Master allowed me to have a taste of our sweet victim. I got on top of her, I could feel the warmth draining from her cunt. I grinded, harder and harder. I climaxed but I kept going. It’s not enough just one. If I am a good Snuff sex slave he will allow me to cum hundreds of times. And when I am riding a dead body, I definitely do.

 

Agonizing Torture sex can get as bloody as possible

Torture sex Torture sex is a way of life for me now. I tell myself to breathe and embrace the pain. The more I remind myself that I am a slave whore the quicker I revel in the ecstasy of agonizing torture. That’s the nature of my existence, unquenchable passion and sinuous agony. I crave it, much like you do. The moment when my body quivers on the brink of pain, thirsting for more; oh, how we both need it. 

I’ve watched it a thousand times by now, Dumb little cum slut turned victim to bloody violence. But that’s what any slut deserves, we have these gashes between our legs that make our Master’s crazy and I think we deserve to be punished. 

You like to slice off their pussy lips, sometimes you eat them and then there are the times where you force your victims to swallow their own flesh, The Mutilation phone sex I crave is us sharing my flesh. Where you take my freshly sliced off pussy lips into your mouth, you chew it up and spit it in my mouth. I will swallow it like your baby bird, eagerly and obediently.

You are an artist. And whores like me are your canvas. A blooming and brutal kaleidoscope of pain and lust, and with each act of depravity, we create masterpieces worthy of the most voyeuristic Gods. Let the violence become a balm for your empty souls, and let my devotion to agonizing torture and eroticism bring you solace. 

 

Gangbang rape porn is not very pretty in a barn

Gangbang rape porn keeps me in the barn for far too long. It’s my prison and his paradise. The dank earth and moldy hay fill my senses as I lay here, a broken toy after another abuse-filled day with Master Daddy. My cunt is gaping, stretched beyond belief from the relentless pounding of beasts and men alike. Thick horse cum oozes down my thighs, a nasty glaze that reminds me of my place in this world.Gangbang rape porn

I used to dream of a life more than this. Of love, tenderness, a gentle touch. But Master Daddy has beaten those naive notions out of me, leaving only a craven, cock-starved slut behind. He gets off on my degradation, reveling in every depraved act he forces me into.

I think back to my first night here, whimpering as he shoved his massive African bull’s huge veiny cock into my tight virgin holes. The pain was blinding, but it opened my eyes. There was a twisted pleasure in the brutal deflowering, a sense of purpose. My body could take abuse like no other.

Master Daddy went wild that night. He hollowed out my pussy with his thick equine dick, plowing me until I squirted and screamed. Then he threw me to his furry friends – a pack of thirsty Rovers, a snorting pig, even a nervous goat. They fucked me in tandem, queening my face and prying open my holes until I was leaking sloppy l seed from all orifices. Such humiliation, such ecstasy! Daddy loves the kind of Torture sex that makes me swallow my vomit, filthy, dark and disgusting.

 

Snuff movies are better, hotter- soaked in blood

Snuff movies have been a thing I have to do for my Master. I really have no choice if I want to be a good slave. And don’t get me wrong I very much want to be the best slave. I guess my Master sees my dedication and for that he rewards me. My treat? A desperate little cuck that is willing to do whatever I say. The one Daddy gifted me was such a little worm. He thought his 5 inch dick would satisfy me, which made me laugh so fucking hard.Snuff movies

He got to watch what kind of cocks make me cum. Big fat hard cocks that fuck me so hard I cum blood. I have a thing for blood. The way it feels on my skin, the smell, everything about it made me feel so wild and horny. That little fucking cuck thought he could touch his pathetic cock without permission. I mean I get it, to watch a huge cock going in and out of my little pussy is hot as fuck, but he was my slave for the moment, he does what I say.

And since he didn’t worship me properly he was fresh meat for the powerful cocks who ripped me open. First I made him tongue their assholes and lick their blood soaked balls. The little piece of shit was crying that he didn’t like the taste of blood. His whining was really getting to me so I made one of the Bulls force fuck his face to shut him up and I guided another big black cock into his other hole. That little pussy bitch was squealing like a little baby piglet, it drove me wild and the Snuff sex commenced.

I stabbed, stabbed, stabbed little piggy in a sex crazed daze. My fangs were out and I sucked some off his blood from his pathetic little cock. By the time I was finished with him I was covered in his blood and gore. I roasted his little dick for later.

 

Sex with dead bodies makes me a powerful whore

Sex with dead bodies

Sex with dead bodies is a gift that my Master gives me when I have been a very good obedient whore. He used to force me to do all sorts of sick shit to corpses. I was terrified and disgusted, it took months before I was able to not puke. Then something happened to me, it was like a light turned on and I realized my Master does know what’s best. He made me fuck the dead over and over and then I finally had that moment of orgasm that couldn’t compare to anything else.

From that moment on I was his snuff slave whore and I craved sex with the dead like a crack addict. When I’m with a dead body, I am in complete control. I can take my time, explore every inch of their cold, lifeless form without the worry of judgment or reciprocation. It’s just me and the body, and the power that comes with that is intoxicating.

Since I have been such a good slave this year, my master let me hold on and do whatever I wanted with a few stiffs we used for Blasphemy sex. After they were sacrificed for Satan, they became my own personal sex toys. I scissored those dead little pussies until they turned to mush. I didn’t care that their smell was leaking all over the place. I just kept fucking. They are in kinda rough shape now but still very fuckable.

Medical fetish phone sex, the ultimate way to serve cock

Medical fetish phone sex still gives me the chills. I guess it will always send chills down my spine. I really hate when I am the next in line for this sort of thing. The memories I have of being examined, prodded, and probed by strangers haunt me more than most things.Medical fetish phone sex

But I will never make a stink about it. I know I have to be a good girl no matter how scared I am. I can’t disappoint my Master and I feel like if he really knew how I felt about speculums, the torture would ramp up like crazy. I don’t get the fetish, they are just so weird. When a speculum enters me its so cold, it just a different kind of humiliation for me.

I think the most intense Ass rape porn I made with my Master was for those medical freaks. I was strapped in a a medical chair and I had a speculum in every hole. When I felt my ass getting stretched out I was sure they were going to rip me.

The tearing of my flesh it something that haunts me constantly. They ripped me up so that they could sew me back together. All while I had another speculum keeping my throat open. Through out the whole procedure they were fucking my throat. I almost choked to death on cum, I wish I did.

 

Killer phone sex means her corpse is filled with cum

Killer phone sex is what I am here for, bloody, messy and bone chilling. If I don’t do it right my Master will punish me and if I am a really bad girl I might end up on the chopping block. So I never disobey him. It’s a dark, twisted world I inhabit, but it is what it is.

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My Master believes he is an artist, he thinks he is better than any of them. The way he suffocates a whore, I guess I can see it. The way he sets it all up, the kind of camera he uses, everything is top notch. He most definitely is a perfectionist. This last girl he filmed, was a real pain. She wouldn’t take his orders and kept messing up the shots.

He ordered me to shove a dildo down her throat and tape up her mouth. She fought every step of the way. The bitch even got me in trouble for taking too long. As punishment he made me snuff her out. He knows how much I hate doing that, it really fucks with me. I made sure that plastic bag was super tight so her last breath was quick. He usually fucks them first but I guess he was generous. He knows I have developed a taste for Sex with dead bodies. I love their vacant eyes and still limbs. 

My Master watched with delight, his own arousal growing as he witnessed the scene before him. He urged me on, his commands got my pussy even wetter, I could feel the heat building within me, the familiar ache of release just beyond my grasp.

As I reached my climax, I let out a primal scream, my body shaking with pleasure. My Master followed suit, his own release a testament to the power of our twisted union. As we lay there, spent and exhausted, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. My life as a snuff whore may be dark, but it’s never dull. It’s a life filled with sex and death, but it’s one that I wouldn’t trade for anything. After all, there’s no greater thrill than giving your Master exactly what he demands, even if it means filling a corpse with cum.

Teen rape porn leaves me a raw and bleeding pathetic whore

Teen rape pornI’ve been in tons Teen rape porn but this one might have broke me. I have been whipped, beaten, forced to do all sorts of sick acts. But hanging from a tree for hours and hours, might have completely broke me. I’ve got to face the facts and come to terms with the fact that I am gonna die a snuff whore.

There is no way out for a whore like me. I guess I don’t deserve any peace for the things Master made me do. I mean, I’ve been really enjoying some of the fun tortures he comes up with. But he was so cruel to me this time around. He treated me like I was just meat and now his faithful whore that has been serving him for as long as I have.

I just let all the abuse and suffering wash over me. I can’t sit down at the moment. My ass is so bruised up there is no way to get comfortable. The way he pounded his fist inside me, makes me think that he might have fucked up my insides. I have always been his loyal Torture sex whore and that won’t stop. I just want him to know I will always be useful to him and that he doesn’t need to terminate me like the other meat.

Cannibalism phone sex makes you crave my sweet flesh

Cannibalism phone sex makes you crave my sweet flesh!  As I lay here, bound and gagged, my mind races with thoughts of depravity and desire. The cameras start rolling, and I feel a shiver run down my spine. My heart races as I hear the dirty talk and blasphemy from my co-stars. Their words ignite a fire within me, and I can feel my pussy becoming wetter with each vulgar utterance.

Cannibalism phone sex I am here to please, to be used and abused in the most explicit ways possible. My body is on display, but it’s my mind that truly craves the attention. I want to be devoured, to be consumed by their desires.

The  Blasphemy sex is rough, and I scream out  as they take me in every way possible. I am theirs to use, to play with, to break. I want to be consumed, to be devoured by their lust. I want to be their ultimate fantasy, their ultimate release. My body is on display, but it’s my mind that truly craves the attention. The depravity, the vulgarity, it all feeds my desires.

As the scene comes to a close, I am left breathless and satisfied. My body is covered in sweat and bruises, but it’s my mind that truly feels alive. I have been used, abused, and devoured, and I can’t wait to do it all over again.

So, as you read this, I dare you to indulge in your own fantasies. Don’t be afraid to explore the taboo, the vulgar, the explicit. It’s in those moments that we truly feel alive. And who knows, you may just find yourself craving something a little more…submissive.

As for me, I’ll be here, ready and willing to be devoured once again.