It was a frigid day in the small town. My stupid car had let me down again and I was walking to the strip joint where I worked. I should’ve known better. The blizzard rolled in quickly and I felt my toes grow numb. My breath came in jagged gasps and I knew hypothermia was setting in. I was a mile from work when I collapsed onto the shoulder.
I awoke in pain to find a naked body pressed against mine. He was a furry thing and his body heat felt good. “Glad you’re back.” he rumbled. “Froze that ass off. Good thing I came along.” I felt weird and realized that I had nothing on. I slid my hand under the covers, bumping into a rock-hard cock. My thighs were bruised. I touched lower. OMG, was that cum oozing out of my pussy? And my asshole burned too. What had this beast done to me? I heard him chuckle. “Guess you noticed. You were like stone cold when I found you. Thought you were dead so decided to have a little fun. Guess I loaded you up with some potent jizz, didn’t I? Brought you right back when I dumped a load or two into that sweet carcass.”
He was proud of himself and it was freaking me the fuck out. He was some kind of necro-freak. He was groping my tits again. “Maybe I should put you back out for a while. I love that cold pussy. Feels good when my hot cock melts it.” Suddenly he was on me, his hands around my throat, fuckstick stabbing at me. I felt myself slip into unconsciousness.
When I came to, I was lying in the snow once again. Was it all a dream? But then, there he was , grinning that evil grin, as he picked up my half dead and numb body and carried me into the house for round two. Call me Frosty, the cum dumpster. That’s all I am now. Until the moment sweet darkness takes me under and he gets what he really wants. Cold, dead pussy forever.
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Trapped in frigid death forever…
Tis the Season for Snuff Porn: What is Your Holiday Death Wish?
Tis the season for snuff porn and good deeds. The holidays bring out my charitable side. I see the need for blood increases over the holidays, so every Christmas season, I make a sizable donation to my local blood bank. In fact, I am their number one contributor. I don’t actually give my blood because I am iron deficient, however, I always find a variety of folks willing to part with their blood to help someone in need. On Black Friday, I started my holiday blood drive. First to make a sizable donation for me was this twit Ariel who ,was how we say, a complete and total idiot. She was so stupid it was a wonder she remembered to breathe. Young pretty coed. Perky tits and ass. Every man’s cream dream. My antithesis. Everything going for her expect for brains. She answered an ad in the Backpages I had looking for pretty healthy coeds for a private blood drive. She was willing to show up at a stranger’s house who wanted to take her blood for $50. She clearly had a holiday death wish.
I walked her into the basement; she asked where the blood drive machine was, then she saw my rather large knife collection and a shit ton of empty gallon water jugs. Blonde bimbo paused for awhile. I could see the hamster spinning the wheel in her head. Her stupidity was mind numbing. I grabbed a knife and slit her throat. Grabbed a jug to capture the blood; I let her bleed out. I gave her a bunch of slices to the torso and extremities to sped up the bloodletting. Shoved some tree ornaments up her worthless snatch for shits and giggles. She contributed several gallons of blood for my blood drive, which I promptly put on ice so it would not go bad.
Since I am a charitable bitch, I didn’t want to let her lifeless cold body go to waste. I called up some male friends of mine with certain predilections and offered up her dead body. I felt like I did lots of good work that day. Obtained a sizable “to die for” donation of blood and spread a little holiday cheer with some necrophilia. How I love this time of year. What is your holiday death wish? I’m feeling very charitable still.
Dead whores keep better secrets about snuff fantasy porn
It was my worst beating yet, right out of a snuff fantasy porn movie. You punched me hard in the tits, knocking the wind out of me. “Tell me you’re a dumb cunt.” you ordered. “Nothing but a druggie slut.” I slurred the words and that seemed to piss you off more. You loved beating me and nothing I did was ever right. I don’t know why I stayed with you except for the good drugs that you fed me to pimp me out. “Show me your pussy.” I pulled up my skirt to reveal my nasty, bumpy razor-burnt snatch. Blood oozed from around my clitty where I had been fucked raw. A trickle of cum flowed down my thigh, stale and musky. “Look at you, you filthy slut. At least go douche yourself out before your next client.” Your hand shot out, busting my lip. “Please, sir, I apologize.” I lisped between broken lips. “I just need a little candy to get me right.” You shook your head, pulling out the needle. I felt heaven flow into my veins and my pussy got hot. I was ready to fuck again. I knew your dirty little secret too. You only liked to sniff my ripe pussy at the end of my shift when it was still full of fuck sauce. A couple of lines and a whiff of cum and you were jerking furiously, degrading me, pulling my hair. I opened my mouth to catch your load. Deep down I knew you were a cum-slurping fairy faggot, but if I dared speak that truth, I knew I would be dead. Maybe I would be better that way. Then you could rent out my cold dead pussy to all of the freaks who loved necrophilia phone sex and you could have cold leftovers for dinner. As this thought went through my mind, I felt your fist slam into my head and I was out cold.
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Is Mutilation phone sex on your mind? I know you are sick and twisted in the head. You want to chop me up into little pieces. But you aren’t going to do it fast are you? You are going to torture me for days. Make me plead and beg you to stop. You will laugh in my face, get angry and beat me as I scream for mercy. It’s what turns you on. Hearing me scream, causing me so much pain that I black out. You love it when my body goes limp so you can stick your cock into my mutilated pussy. You like fucking a warm limp body, and you are working your way up to fucking my cold dead body aren’t you? You are a sick and twisted fucker but I like it.
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You don’t want to believe it. You hear the stories. You may have even seen a crude video clip or a blurred pic. It makes you tremble in the night when you walk to your car in the dark or your teen daughter isn’t home on time. But it here, all around you. I know it, because I am the one you should fear. I am the producer of underground snuff porn, the thief of innocence, the taker of life. I prey on those who are young and weak. I lurk in the shadows of night, waiting and watching.
I find pleasure in the pain. The smell of blood as it leaks from multiple stabs that slowly fill your lungs with blood, leaving you to gurgle helplessly. It’s not about the sex for me. It’s the hunt and the fear that drives me. Together with my horny accomplice whose sexual rages are fueled by blood, the victim suffers a terrible death. The more pain I inflict, the bigger his monster cock grows, until he must sate it by ramming it into unwilling holes. He shreds flesh as he violates, leaving carnage behind. I am like gasoline, pouring the fuel, fanning the destruction he craves deep down in his soul.
I am the mistress of evil, the devils spawn, and I will take you straight to hell. After I violate you, burn you, and slit your throat, leaving you to bleed in the darkness of the woods. I search for my mate, my accomplice, my shadow, to join me in this quest for death and violence. Perhaps you are even more twisted than me? Let us see…..
Snuff Movies: My Little Accomplice for a Halloween Underground Snuff Porn
What mischief did you get into for Halloween? As a lover of snuff movies, I decided to make one with a special friend and his daughter Amy. John and I have not gotten into any mischief in a very long time, so I called him up and said we should make an underground snuff porn together. I have been practicing with different kill methods. The best way to go undetected in a small community is to never use the same method twice when killing. My grandfather owned a funeral home, so growing up I had a morbid curiosity for embalming. I found the perfect victim for us. This teen twat bitch straight out of a Mean Girls movie. Amy had seen her a few times at the mall and told me she was a bitch no one should miss.
I love her thinking. She is me at her age. Such a dark heart. We nabbed her getting into her Daddy’s Lexus one night. Brought her back to my dungeon. It was Amy’s idea to embalm her while still alive and dress her like Snow White for Halloween. Such an evil little genius. A serial killer in the making. I am happy to be her mentor. Amy read up on Wiki How To Embalm. Everything you need to know to be a good killer is on the Internet. Amy cleaned our victim’s body. Disinfected her mouth and nose with bleach. The little bitch didn’t like the taste much. Shaved her body of all hair. Then stuck the embalming tube in her belly and flipped the switch. I sucked John’s cock while Amy rubbed her little clit watching the life drain out of a stupid little cunt no one should miss.
After our little bitch was drained of all her blood and filled up with embalming fluid, Amy put an apple in her hands and said, “Maybe Prince Charming can bring that cunt back to life.” How I love an evil little girl.
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These little fuckers are going to come soon. Begging for candy. I’ll be my normal Goth teen phone sex whore. Tricking these fucking ankle biters who are all alone in to the house. They will never leave again. I need someone who can help me hold these fuckers down. I need someone with a big thick cock. I am gonna rip their teeth out of their fucking mouth and shove your cock down their fucking tiny throats. With your cock choking that fucking bitch, I am going to start slicing her open. I want to see what a heart looks like as its beating. I want to cover you with her warm blood. I want to watch her suffer and slowly slip away. I want you to fuck her lifeless body. Fill her up with your warm cum. Then take your bloody cock and fuck me on top of her lifeless body. Roll me around in her blood and fill my cunt up.
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I have always had a twisted fascination towards necrophilia. I’m not sure what it is, the fact that it’s so taboo or just that I get so bored with vanilla sex. I’m always on the lookout for a hot new sexual experience that will make me get off harder than I ever have before. I saw some really hot snuff porn and that got me thinking that it would be really fucking hot to fuck a dead guy. Especially right after rigor mortis kicks in, that dick will stay nice and stiff and I can ride that cold dead flesh. I want to make sure that it’s a fairly fresh dead body though so I’m going to sneak into the mortuary after it closes for the day. My best friend works there and she signs for the dead bodies as they come in. She knows what a sex freak I am so she agreed to give me the heads up when a new shipment came in and lucky for me, you got unloaded from that hearse.
She tossed me the keys and told me to lock up when I was done. You weren’t cleaned up yet, she would get to all of that in the morning and you still had blood spattered on your body. It looked like you really pissed someone off and died a very violent death because there were too many stab wounds through your body to even count. My pussy started to drip as I looked at your naked, bloody, cold body. I pulled my skirt up around my waist and pulled my panties off so I could straddle your face. I rubbed my drippy wet cunt juices all over your face as I licked your dead cock. It was so cold and stiff against my lips, I felt so freaky hot sucking it into my mouth and getting it all coated in my saliva. Then I slid down your lifeless body and took your dead cock inside my pussy. I slowly slid down on it balls deep and rode your cold rigor mortis infused dick into multiple orgasms. It was so hot that I can’t wait to fuck another dead body.
Sex with Dead Bodies Fantasy Turns Deadly
Sex with dead bodies was his fantasy. Since he owns me, I cater to all his dark desires. I watch Criminal Minds and Law and Order: SVU, so I knew about necrophilia. Master tossed me in a basement. No ordinary basement either. It was refrigerated. I was so cold; I felt like a slab of beef. I knew what he was doing; trying to lower my body temperature so I would feel like a dead body. He left me there overnight. I began to wonder if he really wanted me dead to fulfill his fantasy.
He fucked me cold. My fingers were blue. My circulation poor. I tried to be a good dead bitch, but I was not convincing enough. I still had a pulse. He dragged me upstairs. I thought for sure he was going to beat me for not playing dead to his liking. I wish he would have beaten me. He put his hands around my throat and squeezed my jugular until I passed out. I woke up in a cold dark place. I was so scared. I tried to sit up but I couldn’t move. I was in a box. Then it hit me. Master had buried me alive. I was the star of his snuff porn. He was going to get his dead body to fuck. I started pounding on the box, screaming, hoping maybe someone would hear me.
The noises I heard as I hit the box hard, convinced me I was under the ground, but not too far down. I mean Master hardly had time to dig a grave in the amount of time I was passed out, right? I started panicking. What if he had this all planned out and my grave was already dug? I started clawing at the box. I felt my finger nails snap. Splinters were getting embedded in my skin. My fingers were turning into bloody stumps. I was starting to lose oxygen. I just kept clawing at the wood despite by bleeding, likely broken fingers. I managed to get a small hole in the box. Mistake. Dirt started pouring in from the hole. Pouring in fast. I lost consciousness again.
Woke up in a coffin with Master fucking me. I knew better this time. I just laid there motionless. So grateful to be alive, I played dead.
Snuff Movies: What Kind of Snuff Porn Flicks Do Fantasize About?
I love watching snuff movies. As a subby bitch, it turns me on to see another dumb whore get eviscerated on film. After awhile though, all snuff porn flicks begin to look the same and I find myself fantasizing about how to bring some creativity to the genre. I am always the victim in snuff porn. I get it. I am a worthless whore, but what if this stupid cunt wasn’t always so stupid? I have a dark side. I mean darker than being a pain slut druggy whore. I love goth culture. I’m particularly fascinated, one might say obsessed, with vampires.
For years I have masturbated to vampire gore porn. I love it bloody and sexy. A hot sexy vampire turns me into his eternal sex slave. Tonight, however, I had a different scenario in mind. I was rubbing my clit dreaming of being a blood thirsty sexy vamp who bites her victims on their cocks not their necks. Pick some guys up in a bar who think I’m just some strung out ass rape porn starlet; go home with them and as they are skull fucking me, my fangs pop out. I suck their cocks with my razor sharp teeth until the taste of cum makes me want more. Makes me want blood. I drain them of far more than just their cum. I exsanguinate them. The more blood I consume, the more violent I become. Like a rabid animal, I tear the flesh from their bodies, devour their internal organs, crush their bones with my lips, consume every ounce of their bodies. I’m in a blood frenzy like a ravenous cannibal. The victim no more, I go on a killing spree of every man who has dominated or force fucked me, used me in some manner.
But then, I wake up and realize I’m just a stupid cunt too weak from drugs to ever extract revenge. But fantasy phone sex allows a submissive whore like me to dream. What is your fantasy? Maybe I can star in your snuff film?