Snuff Porn a Bloody Fun Fucking is The Best

Snuff porn is a right of passage to be a filthy accomplice to my new owner as a bimbo prostitute. This time around I am getting little girls lured into the crack way. Just helping them out with getting addicted. I help my owner/ Pimp/ dealer get the sweet piece of ass he craves.

Last night we finished off a filthy little slut. Obviously the slut wanted to be a start. We only cast one hit wonders. And her debut was her final chance at stardom. Just a virgin and that ass so sweet for the tapping.

Really, it was too fucking bad such a fine piece of ass proved to be too good to let live. Of course I did not wish to lose my spotlight as owners favorite. Finally I got to make my appearance. But this time I would not be the victim.

After some grueling hard core ass fucking and pussy destruction sex of that precious young black girl, so was finished. In the final moments of Owners load that little sex kitten lost her head.

Well, I kind of whacked her head right off that little brown girl body of hers. And Then I grabbed her by the hair and held it up and french kissed that bleeding dead mouth. She tasted soo sweet.

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Sex with dead bodies gets unc off

My uncle just loves having Sex with dead bodies. I don’t know if it is because they’re limp or the process to sniff them. But he always busts when they finally are limp and cold. I’m always his accomplice do I started watching. After I tie him up, my uncle rips his clothes off. “Wake up bitch, time for some fun” my unc say as he slaps the young slut he napped. She was stunned with tears coming down her face. “Tonight, you will learn what and anal bitch is” my unc said sadisticly laughing.

Sex with dead bodies

“Come lube this cock up niece” he instructs me to do while spanking young ass. I know I have to do everything my uncle says or I get punished. Therefore, I made sure to suck his cock deep in my throat. Using spit and saliva to make sure it was really wet. “That’s perfect, now spread her ass open” he says with a smirk on his face. As I held her ass cheeks open my uncle rammed his cock deep inside her. Her screams were muffled but I knew my uncle was fucking her hard. Because I could smell the blood dripping from her bald cunty and her body was shaking all over.

“That’s it, milk me bitch” my uncle said as he wrapped his hands around her neck and started to strangle her. Ad her body shook and fight for air my uncle had a big smile as he kept ramming her little young body. Soon she stopped moving and her eyes rolled to the back of her head. “Fuck that’s it bitch, get tighter and grip this cock” my unc said as continued to ram her. Her body started to get pale, and my uncle let out a big grunt. I know that sounds, he was filling her up. But he didn’t get rid of her body for two days he fucked her like a fuck doll. Until she started to rot. “Time for a new fuck toy” he said as he prepared to get rid of her. 

Intense Snuff sex gets better when they become stiff

Snuff sexSnuff sex burns a fire in my belly. I can feel the power of the screams coursing through my veins. My bloodlust takes over, and that poor little victim has no chance. The fear in their eyes as they realize what’s happening, the screams that tear from their throats as they beg for mercy. But there is no mercy here, only the cold, hard reality of my bloodlust. The poor little victim has no chance, no hope for survival. 

It’s much better with a partner. I like an evil Daddy willing to take it to a pure evil level. I’ll guide your cock into the freshly made fuck hole and I want you to pump her till her heart stops pumping. I want the Snuff porn we make to turn necro. When she’s stiff I’ll lick that clit. When they’re warm still, the pussy can stay wet. Fuck the corpse until she’s nothing but ground fuck meat and I’ll suck your cock clean.

Allow the darkness to call to you; it will whisper sweet, devious nothings in your ear. And you shouldn’t resist It. It promises power, control, and domination over others. It promises the ultimate thrill, the ultimate high. 

 

Torture Sex Excites Me So I Prolong Your Pain and Suffering

Torture sex excites me. A caller recently asked me how I turned so dark. And I would say it is part nature and part nurture. Plus, genetics.  My grandpa was a sadist. And he groomed me once he saw my potential when I was still a schoolgirl. Although I never tortured animals, I checked all the other boxes for future serial killer. I like animals more than people. In fact, animals serve as my accomplices. No better way to dispose of a body than wildlife. They eat the evidence of a crime. Essentially, they hide the bodies for me.

I acted impulsively with my first kill. Killed this bully in a fit of rage. She made my life living hell for years. And I long fantasized about killing her. But I never did until that one day I snapped. My killer phone sex instincts kicked in.  I ran home holding a bloody knife and covered in blood. Luckily for me, my grandpa assisted me. He moved the body. Fed this dead bitch into a woodchipper. And to this day she remains a missing person.

No one ever found a body. And they never found any evidence of foul play. The police assumed either she was kidnapped for sex trafficking persons, or perhaps some P man kidnapped her and took her out of state. She could have just run away too. Nope. She became fertilizer for grandpa’s garden. Of course, I became a suspect. Everyone knew she bullied me for years. But grandpa provided me with an alibi. Although my grandpa shared my killer instincts, as the warden of the local prison, the police held him in high esteem. He was one of them.

My Grandpa Mentored Me as a Schoolgirl. He Honed My Killer Instincts

But he was not one of them because he ran cruel experiments on inmates. And he killed people for fun. However, he did have a code like Dexter. Not quite as stringent as Dexter’s code, but he never killed innocents. He killed criminals, assholes, predators and anyone who harmed him or his family. And that included a bunch of mean girls. I killed one mean girl and more popped up. So, grandpa helped me hone my killer instincts.

Under his wing, I learned how to make snuff porn and get away with it. And I learned how to torture victims. Grandpa did not believe in quick kills. He got off on the pain and suffering of his victims. And now that gets me off too. Sure, sometimes I must kill quickly to avoid detection, but the best kills take hours, even days because so I can savor the torture. Perhaps, I can teach you how to get away with murder too. Time for me to pay it forward.

Spanking the Rebellious Step-Brat

Ass rape porn???? Step-Brat’s Discipline: Over My Knee ????

Let me tell you about my bratty stepbrother, a real hell-raiser. He thought he could get away with his college shenanigans, but I was gonna teach him a lesson he’d never forget. Porn, drinking, drugs, and being a man-whore? Oh, this brat was in for a rude awakening. I called him into my room, and the little snot tried to argue. He thought he was too old for discipline, but I was about to show him who’s boss. An over-the-knee spanking was just the beginning of his punishment.

His ass was gonna feel the burn, and that’s a promise. I grabbed my trusty paddle and gave him a taste of our family’s discipline tradition. He whined and cried, but I didn’t give a shit. He needed to learn his place.I told him, age ain’t nothing but a number when it comes to punishment. Brat, adult, or adult baby, you fuck up, you get spanked. Simple as that. And oh, the spankings were just the start.

Chastity, corner time, and a whole lot more were in store for this little shit. He needed to learn to follow the rules or else. So, you brats out there, don’t you dare mess with me. You’ll be over my knee faster than you can say sorry! ????????

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies Let Us Explore Revenge

murder phone sex fantasiesMost of us have murder phone sex fantasies. I know I do. And I have them for all the folks who abused me when I was a young girl. I include my mother on my kill list because she left me with my dad when I was super young. She just never came home from work one day. Vanished. For a while, I thought she might be dead. When I entered my teens, I often wondered if my father killed her. Although he told me she did not want me and left with another man to start a new family, I doubted that claim’s veracity.

But because she left, my father began abusing me. And he eventually allowed his friends to abuse me too. Although I did run away, my earlier years hooking on the street and making snuff movies, gave me time to think about revenge. I had no choice as a teen runway and high school dropout but hooking and porn. And that exposed me to men almost as bad as my father.

Revenge is So Sweet

Recently, I did one of those DNA kits just to see if I might have siblings somewhere. My dad could have remarried. And if my mom was alive, she may have given birth to a sister or brother for me. The DNA results revealed that I had at least two half siblings. Maybe more because the results only identify others who have done the same DNA testing. However, those half-siblings matched on my mother’s side. So, I hired a private detective who found her in a trailer park only 6 hours away from me.

I paid her a visit. But she did not survive the visit. I made it look like a home invasion phone sex fantasy gone wrong. No prints left. And no DNA either. This switch knows all the tricks to go undetected. I need to be more careful with my DNA since I am now in the DNA database that cops can access to solve crimes.

She did not recognize me. Her own daughter. So, I used a pair of her gardening shears to slice her throat. As I watched her bleed out, I told her who I was and why I killed her. The bitch’s expression when she realized who I was and why I killed her seemed priceless too me.Revenge feels good. Now that I killed my mother, my number one enemy, I need to find my father. He deserves death too.

Babysitter Phone Sex Provides Men with Access to Tight Little Holes

babysitter phone sexBeing a bad babysitter phone sex slut, I find enjoyable. If I had daughters, I know I would pimp them out for drug money. My mom traded my holes a few times for coke in the 90s. But alas, I only have two sons. So, what I do is babysit for families with young daughters that I know my accomplice will like. There are a few men who will either get me coke or give me money to buy coke if I find them a young girl to fuck.

Sometimes, I struggle to find any babysitting gigs that work with what my guy wants. And that is when I get desperate. Jim wanted a little ginger girl. One that could look like my young daughter. After searching for two days for a babysitting gig for a little red-headed bitch, I decided to grab one from the playground. Now that the weather warmed up, I see little shorties playing outside all the time.

As a mom, young girls usually believe whatever bullshit line I feed them. I found this cute girl that fit his needs. Even though I knew she would be his ass rape porn star, better her than me. I lured her to his place telling her that her mother wanted me to take her to my place for a play date with my son. The girl still did not seem afraid when she met a naked grown man and not a clothed little boy.

Sometimes I Trade Coke for Access to Some Young Random Slut

However, when he grabbed her arm, she screamed. I slapped her face to shut her up and forced her to drink a laced lemonade. She passed out, and Jim fucked every one of her holes. Mouth, pussy and ass. He loved that tight little cunnie and her even tighter asshole. And he really fucked her up. Destroyed her cunt and ass. Both looked like raw hamburger meat by the time he came. But I did not feel bad helping him with his rape phone sex fantasies. I needed coke for the weekend.

Not sure what he did with her after I left. He wanted to play with her some more when he caught his breath. I doubt she survived the weekend. Not the way he fucked her. I got high and put that little ginger girl out of my mind.

Getting cocked by my master and his evil accomplice

Castration phone sex

Bruised and bloodied, you left me locked in a room and you weren’t alone. Naked, neck chained to a coat hanger I could hear your sick fucking voice giggling, something I’ve never heard. My master laughing made my naked, dried blood covered body shiver like never before.

Knocked out, woke up to her sitting on top of me, clamps to my tits so hard my nipples were gushing blood. She had short blonde hair and bangs, nose dripping blood from all the coke she did, laughing hysterically at my cries. Suddenly I felt a glass dildo 13 inch dildo getting launched inside my tight, pinkie, cut up twinkie. I couldn’t stop screaming, my ass skin was stretching, blood running down my legs, being held down by this accomplice dumb bitch.

Two sick evil twisted fucks, ripping my tiny, petite, slim cunt apart. I could barely see the maroon colored cum bloody seeping out slowly from my punctured cervix. Insides shredded by his knife welding dangling dick while castrated cocks getting duct taped to my mouth. I thought this torment, torture, and double abuse would never stop, praying for the end of me. Only to be left there, bloodied, left for dead.

Medical Fetish Phone Sex Leaves Your Cock Mutilated

medical fetish phone sexMedical fetish phone sex, I can really sink my teeth into. Now, that is because I am a sadistic bitch who enjoys extreme CBT. Honestly, my favorite thing is mutilating worthless cocks, and loser small ones too. Not every cock I experiment on is small. Many are, but this guy last night sported a big dick. However, his predatory behavior landed him in the hot seat with me.

Just another guy who thinks he is entitled to fuck any woman he wants. These incel men are the worst. They think the world owes them pussy. So, they take what they want. No incel I have ever met did not need cock and ball torture sex. When he woke up, he found himself heavily restrained, and groggy from the roofie he tried to put in another girl’s drink. He did not see me switch their beers. Some men can outsmart a girl. But never me. I have eyes in the back of my head. Plus, I can spot the predators a mile away.

Leave it to a Sadistic Bitch to Mutilate Your Junk

This wannabe force fucker had a big cock. But he simply sported a mutilated dick about half its size by the time I finished with him. The first thing I did was use a large sounding device dipped in Icy Hot and shoved it down his pee hole. His tears looked real. I am sure the pain was real too. That had to hurt. But I wanted it to hurt. And I had just begun.

The second thing I did involved razor blades. I made tiny cuts on his cock and his balls. Then I dumped rubbing alcohol on his carved-up dick to make it really sting. More tears. This man I planned to leave alive so he would not prey on women again. But even a mutilated cock can bounce back. So, that is why castration phone sex followed. I neutered the asshole. I enjoy castration most when my victim lives. That way every time he take a piss he gets a reminder that he will never fuck or jack off again.

 

My punishment for being a bad slave was gangbang Torture sex

Torture sexTorture 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.