Snuff porn Sunday has a nice ring to it doesn’t it? I drove by a church this morning and was filled with evil thoughts. Does that ever happen to you? First, I think of all the pious cunts inside those so called sacred walls. The bitches and snobs who look down on girls like me. The hypocritical bitches who praise god, then turn around and judge others for not conforming to mainstream America. Second, I think of all the little ones in their Sunday best being spoon fed a bunch of lies by a bunch of hypocrites about some dead guy who could give a rat’s ass about them if he ever even existed in the first place. I’m a blasphemous bitch. There is no god. The only church I would ever worship at would be the church of Satan because that mother fucker knows how to have a good time and he wouldn’t judge me for wanting to force fuck and slaughter all the dumb asses sitting in church. Fuck, he would encourage it. In my Goth clothes with my big ass knife, I storm in slicing throats and slashing bodies. I piss on the altar, wipe my ass with torn pages from the Bible and fuck my cunt with a cross as the surviving members look on in horror. I have blasphemy sex with the priest in front of the congregation as I hail Satan as my leader and only savior. I tell the little lambs God is dead. He doesn’t give a fuck about them, so why not have fun? All religion does is kill one’s spirit. I give the little ones knives so they can kill their parents. I cum so hard watching those little angels in their Sunday best slashing the throats of their elders and saying Hail Satan. Being a blasphemous bitch is more fun than being a stuck up religious cunt any day. Want to join me in some hot blasphemy phone sex?
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Snuff Porn and Blasphemy Sex on Sunday
Knife Play Phone Sex Gets HOT!
Master visited me again the other day. He tied me up hanging from the ceiling, and he rammed his cock inside of me. He told me that he loves how I behave for him, and proceeded to fuck the ever-living shit out of me. He plowed my pussy hard, and while he did, he took his knife and drew slashes across various parts of my skin, even cutting off one of my nipples. I could feel him getting more and more turned on with every slash. He was working me over hard and fast this time, and I was enjoying it. I felt him getting close just as he pulled a saw out of a drawer next to us. He sawed into my thigh a couple of times, and my screams pushed him over the edge. He came hard, slamming deep up into me, grabbing me with all his strength, and gushing his baby-making juice deep inside me as he clung to me. I’d have held him back, but it was so lovely just being there, in that moment.
Torture Phone Sex Gets Real
Torture phone sex fantasies turn me on. Fantasy turns me on. Not really being tortured. I am too hot to carve up my sexy body. Ted thought differently. He is this guy I occasionally see that has dark fantasies too. He hears me on my calls fantasizing with callers about very depraved and twisted things. He decided to make one of my wicked fantasies come true. But, I didn’t want that. Not in reality. He grabbed me by my blonde locks and dragged me to the basement. He strung me up so I was suspended by a rafter. He had a variety of torture devices I often talk about on taboo phone sex calls: a blow torch, a scalpel, hat pins, cattle prod and a variety of very sharp knives. “Let’s see how wet the real thing makes you whore, ” he seethed in my ear as he jabbed a hat pin in my nipple. I screamed in pain. I was not wet at the feel of blood trickling down my stomach. I pleaded with him to stop. I tried to explain that I was delivering a hot taboo fantasy to my callers but that fantasy and reality are often vastly different. He didn’t care. He took the cattle prod and strapped it to my pussy. In intervals he shocked my cunt making me piss and convulse. His dick was hard. I was in pain. He mutilated my other nipple with the razor sharp scalpel. I screamed in pain again. That was when he grabbed the big knife on table. He pressed it under my left breast and sliced underneath. He reached in and pulled out my saline bag. “Worthless tits for a worthless whore,” he laughed sadistically. He cut out my other fake boob too. Blood was pouring down my stomach. I was cold like I was in shock from the pain. He ripped off the cattle prod, replaced it with a knife. He stabbed my pussy until there was so much blood and sinew falling out of me, I passed out. I woke up in a pool of my own blood with him stroking his cock. I guess this time a fantasy phone sex became reality.
REVENGE
This bitch thought it would be fun to mess with me. She THOUGHT she could handle me. Tonight I caught up with the little fucking whore and made sure she’d never be able to talk again. I made that bitch beg, though I knew it would do no good, it amused me. After stringing her up and torturing her, I hung her with hooks through each of her tits and watched the little whore bleed for awhile while I whipped her, leaving large open cuts on her little whore body.
She’s getting what little big mouthed sluts deserve. But, I am not through yet. I took out my favorite knife, Cassie. It has a long, sexy serrated blade, it’s beautiful. Cassie has been my accomplice during many of my adventures, but none this much fun. Revenge is so sweet.
I cut her mouth open since she likes to talk so much, she now looked like the joker and that was just so fucking funny to me. I made incisions everywhere but none were as exhilarating as slicing her from pussy to asshole, wide open. I let her hang there and ripped her guts out slowly, while she watched. She took her last breath begging me for her life with that huge gaping mouth. HA!
Snuff Sex with Venus: Not Your Victim or Your Girlfriend
Snuff sex with me only goes one of two ways. You are my accomplice or my victim. I need to be clear that I am a sadistic dominant bitch because some folks are too stupid to read the bios or look at our blogs and too dumb to make inferences from my pictures. There is nothing about me that suggests victim. I don’t look like a victim and I don’t write like one either. But not a day goes by that some stupid mother fucker gets his panties in a bunch when I snap at the suggestion that he force fuck me or abuse me in any way. Here are my rules. Don’t try to dominate me and certainly don’t try to make me your girlfriend. I don’t spoon. I knife. So if you attempt to treat me like a victim or your girlfriend you get knifed. Maybe I cut your balls off since you are clearly too stupid to bread. Perhaps I gut you like a pig and piss in your entrails. You want a girlfriend check out our vanilla site (www.sophisticatedhotties.com). You want a victim, learn to read mother fucker. We have victims listed on this site, or you can check out a page dedicated to victims (www.submissivewhore.com) so your little pea brain doesn’t get confused. Consider this an altruistic warning because the next shit for brains that calls me to chit chat about his day or put his worthless little prick in my ass will not live to make another taboo phone sex call again.
Cutting the Dead
I like to position my stiffs in the morgue to my liking. A little BDSM was my mood this morning and I tied her up and whipped and beat her throughout the day. As part of my post mortem gang bang, I put her on display and set up a row of stiff cocks to watch the discipline. I then took my favorite knife, one with a long, sexy serrated blade, and cut her a new fuck hole right in the center of her throat. Those stiff dicks could be sat on top of her, with their cock resting inside that hole, their blank eyes staring at one another. Oh, the joy and pleasure I feel in watching them look at each other with that dumb as fuck stare. I continued to play with my favorite blade, cutting and slicing the flesh and watching it fall to the floor. My pussy was throbbing then and so fucking wet. It was my turn for a big stiff one in my fuck hole.
Violent Phone Sex Accomplice
Violent phone sex fantasies are what I deliver. Guys see me as submissive whore. I’m no equal, so they can do whatever the fuck they want to me. From rape fantasies to snuff and torture, guys love using this strung out old whore. Yesterday, I met a man who could give me some of my white medicine for free. Well, not really free. There was a catch, but there always is a catch. Nothing in life is truly free, at least not for a dumb stupid whore. He had his eye on this sweet little young thing for about a month now. Single man lurking around a school playground draws suspicion, so my regular drug dealer gave him my name as the perfect accomplice. No one knows I am not a soccer mom. I can clean up to look the part when I need too. So on that day, I looked respectable on the outside to help him kidnap his precious little treat. I told her I was a friend of her mommy sent to pick her up. She never questioned it. Stupid mommy just signed her daughter’s death wish by not teaching her about stranger danger. My new best friend was in the back seat and he chloroformed her. She woke up in an abandoned warehouse in the junkie part of town. I thought I did my part by delivering him his little treat, but he made me watch and help. I held her down while he forced his big black cock in her little tiny white holes. She bled instantly. She cried too. Kept screaming for her mommy and daddy. I felt bad, but not bad enough to stop. I needed coke more than she needed to grow old. He force fucked her tiny little holes until she passed out from the pain. As he got off her little lifeless body, he tossed me a knife and said finish her off. He reminded me it was my face she would remember. I did some meth instead of coke then plunged the knife into her belly like I was nailing a bug to the wall. It was much easier than I thought.
What Fresh Hell is This?
With the pipe still shoved in my ass, he called her over to me. He asked her to cut me on my breasts, both sides. She hesitated at first and he grabbed her by the neck, forcing her head back. I growled at him through my frustration. He glanced at me and laughed as he told her that if she didn’t adhere to his whims, she’d face a similar treatment. She nodded her head, and he released her. Almost immediately after her release, I felt the bite of steel across my left breast, and I hissed with the pain. Then came the slice across my right breast. He kissed Brandy on the cheek, gently grabbing the knife from her with the act. Before I knew what was going on, he had the knife stabbed beyond the hilt into my stomach. With that final act of violence, he took his dick out and shoved it into me. He fucked me senseless as I bled out down onto his dick and balls, causing my own blood to lubricate his thrusts. The entire time, the pipe in my ass was slowly sliding out of my ass with the force of gravity. He spent himself into my pussy only moments before the pipe hit the ground and my life snuffed out.
Ass Rape Porn / Butt Rape Porn: Every Man Enjoys Anally Torturting a Whore
Ass rape porn, butt rape porn, pretty much the same thing. Guys love force fucking women in the ass. At least they love force fucking me in the ass. I was at this dive bar in my neighborhood Friday night looking to score after hours. I wasn’t looking to be gang banged and anally tortured, but that’s what I got. I sat at the bar quietly for a bit doing shots of Tequila as I felt the stare of the me around me. I was working up enough guts to ask strangers where I could get some crack. I guess a tall blonde goddess walks into a dive local bar she either wants to score cock or coke. I decided that I was out of my league there. I got a bad vibe. I try to listen to my gut. I paid my bill, left a nice tip and headed to the door. I had my hand on the handle when my hair was yanked with such force, it made my scalp bleed. “Not so fast whore. Where are your manners,” one guy seethed to me as he pressed a knife against my throat. He shoved me down on my knees and forced me to suck his cock. Normally, I love cock sucking, but I don’t often do it at knife point.
He pressed the knife into my throat hard enough so I bled. I dripped blood onto his cock as he skulled fucked me. More guys gathered around the “blonde skank” to get their turn at a fuck hole. No one wanted to wait their turn, so the leader of the pack dragged me on top of the pool table so the bar flies could gang up on me 2-3 a hole. After my ass was filled with a gallon of cum, one guy rammed a pool stick up my shitter so hard, I felt it tear my insides. I let out a scream, but that just pissed off the ringleader so he slit my throat. I laid in a pool of my own blood making gurgling sounds till everything went dark and cold.
Pain Station
I went to a local BDSM party which was held in an old train station. There were pain stations everywhere, and I couldn’t wait to get my turn at one of them. Strapped to a board and blindfolded, I could feel all of the eyes on me, and it felt intense. When I felt something sharp rolling across my nipples, electricity went through my body. The pain mixed with the sensation of being watched, had my pussy throbbing with intensity.
Next came some nipple clamps which were pulled on almost constantly, and I began to hear the sounds of torture in the background. There were whips and whimpers, then the sound of fucking. Screams of both pleasure and pain. As I lay there and waited for the next sensation, I thought about how badly I wanted to be fucked right then. Lucky for me, it wasn’t long before I felt a stiff one pounding away at my pussy while I began to get hit with some sort of whip. Knowing everyone’s eyes were on me and getting fucked while tied down like that, I came several times with screams of ecstasy.














