I am a slave to Ass rape porn. My Master loves to make it as brutal as possible. The last time he tied me up to a pole outside and got his friends, two legged and four to fuck me. I felt so humiliated when that red rocket was deep inside my ass.
But I am an addict of the Pain of my Master’s thirst. I deserve to be violated, to be used like the pathetic whore I am. I pray that my Master never stops defiling me, no matter how much I scream and plead for mercy. I have no right to mercy. I exist only to be abused.
The constant humiliation has completely broken my mind. All I can think about is being a good snuff slave whore for my Master. Serving him, obeying him, surrendering to his darkest yearnings, that is my sole purpose. I’ll never have free will – only an eternal craving to serve.
If my body expires from one of Master’s Torture sex, that’s perfectly fine by me. At least my death would serve a purpose. My Master’s needs are more important than my life. I am his plaything, his property, and destroyed as he sees fit. I would be honored to be snuffed by my Master.
Gangbang rape porn means we work as a team, Daddy and I. He trains me in the arts of depravity – choking, burning, cutting, crippling. The more innovative the suffering, the higher the ratings. And I’m his most twisted star, the girl next door who revels in sadistic orgies and gang rapes. Slender whippings, electrocution, asphyxiation – I do it all with a smile, my holes hungry for their broken bodies.
Finding new victims is almost too easy. Pretty things, innocent and untested, ripe for the violation. Daddy lets me choose the ones he’ll break the most. He loves the ones with creamy skin and rosebud lips and he has a fetish for dark skinned sluts.
We gang rape them, Daddy’s friends and I. Vaginal, oral, anal – no hole is left untouched. Then the real fun begins. I hold them down as Daddy carves his mark, branding them as his property. They squeal and sob, begging for mercy. There is none.
The most thrilling are the ones who never come back. We get to snuff out their light as they thrash and scream, our cocks buried in their quivering meat. It’s a high like no other. Daddy beams with pride at his star pupil.
The stench of stale semen, sweat and blood coats my tongue as I kneel before Master, my Daddy. His cock tastes so much sweeter from our Torture sex.
Bloody phone sex means I am soaked head to toe. I love lying tits deep in fresh blood. I feel like I will turn into a vampire, forever young and beautiful. When my clit hits warm blood, I can cum instantly. Nice and sticky, I am ready for my Master’s perverted torments. 
Master usually starts by beating me with his belt until my tits are covered in bloody welts. He calls me a filthy whore and tells me to beg for more. “Louder, you worthless cumrag!” he screams as the leather bites into my flesh. “Beg me to allow you to pleasure me with your holes!”
Only when my voice is raw and bleeding does he consider me adequately punished. He unchains me and forces me to crawl to his feet, kissing and licking his combat boots. I look up at him pleadingly, tears and snot running down my face. “Please, Master, use my cunt!”
Master grabs a fistful of my filthy hair and drags me upstairs. He shoves me face-first into the mirror. “Look at yourself, you disgusting whore. What do you see?”
“Your pathetic bitch, Sir!” I sob. “A broken object for you to ruin however you wish!”
He backhands me across the face. “That’s right. Now go prepare one of the donors.”
I scramble to obey, knowing what this means. I climb into bed with a naked, unconscious man. Probably some poor slob Master drugged and brought back here to be my favorite living dildo. I wrap my cunt around his flaccid cock and start to grind, feeling him begin to swell inside me.
It’s so deliciously degrading to rape a helpless victim, to use his body for my own pleasure without his consent. I ride him harder, panting and moaning like an animal.
I’m so lost in perverse ecstasy that I barely even feel the first cut. The knife slices into my tit, and searing pain explodes through my body. I convulse and howl, cumming violently on my rape victim’s cock. My blood pours down my chest and splatters his face. I go wild and suck the blood from my Snuff sex victim.
Cannibalism phone sex whore. Signed her body and soul over to a powerful Master. He is a sick and twisted individual with no limits to his cruelty. He branded me as his personal fucktoy slut, his unending entertainment. So here I am, tied to this spit rod, slowly being turned over a low fire.
With each turn, he laughs to himself. Pokes my skin and says, “Almost tender!” I didn’t know if he was really going to cook me over the flames at this point. Master takes a perverse joy in letting me wonder what my fate will be.
Alas, I did not die. I only wish I had. He had me stuck on that spit for hours. Most of the time, I was a good Torture sex slave. But in the last hour, I could smell my flesh, smokey, sweet, and I could imagine it so juicy. I was so hungry and tired I cried out. I just wanted a little bit, but he denied me. Instead, he made me choke on his rod while he took a little taste.
Master tells me I’m a good girl when I make it so he can have Sex with dead bodies. I always find creative ways to make those cunts stiff for him. The more gore, the better for Master. His cock gets so hard when I stab them over and over again. When they are still warm, he loves to stick his cock in the fresh stab wounds before they expire.
Master is a genius. He knows how to maximize His pleasure with me and His snuff victims. The bitch will barely be alive while I am deepthroating his cock, and he is fisting the bitch. He says he wants them to experience as much pain as possible before they die because it makes Satan happy.
He loves the moment of death when all the life leaves her body, and she goes slack and cold. He’ll fuck her for hours after that, using her like a sex doll. And He’ll make me clean up the mess on his cock. Flesh and blood are caked on there because of how hard he fucks the dead little slut. It’s all for Satan, of course. The Snuff sex rituals are our offerings to the one and only. Hail Satan!
I live for Torture sex, for the exquisite agony that consumes my every waking moment. As a hot snuff slave whore, it is my duty, nay, my privilege, to endure the most violent, sadistic torments imaginable at the hands of my ruthless Master. I crave the feeling of his heavy leather belt slicing across my tender flesh, leaving bloody welts in its wake. 
But even a good slave like myself is not immune to punishment. No matter how diligently I serve my Master, no matter how many depraved acts I submit to, he always finds reason to discipline me further. It’s as if my suffering is the very air he breathes. And oh, how I ache for it!
When Master Daddy gets mad, he needs to take it out on me. He says it reminds me of my place. I think this time around, he really damaged me. I doubt he can make me a breeding whore after how he furiously impaled me. He took this long, thick rod and fucked me endlessly. There I was, hanging from the ceiling; I could hear my blood dripping on the floor.
He would use all his strength to penetrate me. The worst is when he twists it inside. He tore me up badly because it wasn’t just that rod he used. He loves a bloody cunt, and my bloody Snuff sex slave cunny got a Daddy pounding. My Master’s cruelty knows no bounds, and neither does my devotion to him. I long for the day when he will snuff out my miserable existence in the most agonizing way possible just to savor the final, exquisite moment of my suffering. For a slave like me, there is no sweeter release than that.
There is no end to Snuff movies. My first snuff film was a real doozy. They told me I would be playing a dead body But I had to fuck a dead body. First I was made into dick meat, was pounded into the mud but dozens of men. They fucked me so hard I thought I was going to be snuffed out.
I can’t say no to any role they throw at me. If they want me to play a lifeless sex toy, I’ll obey. Want me to fuck a rotting corpse? I can’t say no. Master even told me they like that I am disgusted when riding a stiff. The more I did it, the more I had to act disgusted than I really was.
I am a sick twisted slut, but I don’t think I was always that way. Or maybe I was, I don’t know. I know when the cameras are recording, I’d better put on a good show or I’ll be next. I am constantly reminded that one wrong move and I’ll be the next Snuff sex slave corpse.
Torture sex is going to punish my pussy so bad. My life was supposed to be all about obeying my Master’s every command, no matter how degrading or humiliating. But I failed him. I got knocked up, and not in the way he intended. He wanted me to be his breeding whore, but my cunt didn’t obey. I lost it. Now, here I am, facing the consequences of my disobedience. My Master has decided that we need to start all over again.
He will train me properly this time, and I’m afraid he might just get rid of me if I don’t comply. The thought of suffering horrible pain with snuff porn scares me shitless. As his hot snuff whore slave, I’ve endured countless humiliations and perversions at the hands of my Master and his friends. But nothing could have prepared me for the punishment he had in store for me this time around. It was a gangbang session, and it was designed to break me down and make me submit completely. I was tied up, helpless, as one after another, they took turns fucking me, filling me up with their cum.
It hurt so much, but I couldn’t scream or protest. That would only make things worse. All I could do was take it and hope I would somehow survive this ordeal. And then, as if the physical pain wasn’t enough, they started discussing my fate. They debated whether I was worth keeping as a breeding whore or if I was just Snuff sex meat, good for nothing but suffering and death. The thought of being discarded like trash, used up, and then thrown away, terrified me. But even in my darkest moments, I couldn’t help but cum.
My Snuff sex slave life revolves around the insatiable lust for pain and pleasure that only a select few can truly understand. I’ve been buried alive for Satan, and I’ve never felt more alive.
As I lay there, under the dirt, I can feel the cold, damp earth pressing against my naked flesh. The worms and insects crawling all around me. The darkness is my only companion, and the silence is deafening. But don’t be fooled – my heart is racing, and my body is alive with anticipation. This is what I live for.
The memories of my past life as a mere mortal are fading away, replaced by the raw, primal instincts that drive me now. I was once a naive girl, trapped in a world of mediocrity and boredom. But then, I discovered the tantalizing world of evil Snuff porn.
The thrill of watching others suffer and die for my pleasure awakened something deep within me. I knew I had to be a part of it. And now here I am forever a slave for a Master and together we spill blood or I offer up my own to the Dark Lord. I am willing to go as far as my Master wants, I just hope I get to live long enough to open the gates of Hell.
Cannibalism phone sex games are my favorite when I get to switch. The shadows are my friend, and my purpose is to serve my Master Daddy. He has turned me into a creature of the night, a being who thrives on pain and pleasure in equal measure. My life is one of constant punishment, but when I have the chance to dish it out, I do so with a vengeance.
It feels so good to sink my teeth into flesh. If I am a really good girl, Master Daddy will throw me a special bone, a sissy bitch like you. He lures you to our crypt, leading you on to think you will just suck is dick. But you are such a stupid whore. You are prey and I’m the one who gets to catch you. He’ll bring you to his finest bedroom and once you get comfortable, I come in.
I taunt you, slap you around, threaten to expose your faggot ass to the world, so you follow my orders. And anyway, it’s not like you want that thing in between your legs. It always felt wrong, didn’t it? Cannibalistic Castration phone sex is the answer. I will sink my teeth into your cock and rip it off. Quick like a band-aid, no more pretending for you, babe. You’ll have a brand new gash, and my Master Daddy will pop that bloody cherry.
