Category: Snuff movies

Teen rape porn with hood sluts from the pool

Teen rape pornTeen rape porn with the strange man from the pool. I saw him watching the pool in the hood, his dick hard, trying to hide it under a towel. Tall, dark and easy on my eyes. I vowed not to let him and his fat bulge get away!

Little Miss pain, had already determined, he wanted to snatch up some of these young bad-girls and do awful things to them. Eagerly, I approached him and watched my friends.

Teen rape porn made by a sexy accomplice

“You know, a few of these whores are really bad and need to be punished,” I whispered as I lit a joint. My strange man’s eyes narrowed as he took the hit I passed him. “But how to get a couple of them alone, and have my way with them, they will never trust me,” he inquired.

Snuff movies are my endgame

“Well, I need someone with a nice Video set up, I have a client who likes cruelness and violence.”

“But Maybe that’s not for you though,” I said as I pretended to get up. Knowing full well his cock would be the center of attention he offered up a quiet studio downtown. With assurances that I could manipulate time and reality to get a couple of his favorite targets, and how I knew which girls had no home, He accepted my challenge. 

When the darkness fell, I let myself into the studio to set up. And as My accomplice walked in, I had a live one already dangling from the ceiling!  A thick rope around her wrists and a spreader bar between her ankles made for a great Visual.  “Lookie, I have two of the others you picked hog tied like the piggy slut fucks they are,” I laughed.  She was scared and trembling, her eyes wide with fear. I laughed even harder. “Now let’s see if you can handle the job I hired you for!” I do hope you are not squeamish because I am looking for a tall dark drink of water to direct some Snuff movies too! 

Cannibalism phone sex, the ultimate way to meet your maker

Cannibalism phone sexCannibalism phone sex is the ultimate way to meet your maker, My Master told me so! My Master, the sick son of a bitch, he loves his sweet young pussies to torture and devour. But you know what’s even crazier? He’s not just into torturing and devouring women. Oh no, he likes to torture cock too

He has this twisted way of finding his victims. He likes the ones who try to play straight, the closeted ones, as he says, are the easiest to take advantage of. He takes them back to our place, fucks them until they fall in love with him, and then, when they’re at their most vulnerable, he strikes. To watch him in action is completely terrifying, and I can tell you from experience that there’s no escape once you’re in his grasp.

When the poor soul realizes what’s happening, they beg and plead, desperate for mercy. But there’s no mercy to be found in my Master’s world. Instead, they know what their fate is, and it’s up to me to execute it. I have to set them up over the fire and slowly roast them until they’re cooked to perfection. It’s a gruesome job, but someone’s gotta do it. 

The cock always gets burnt to a crisp. I have to be a good slave and eat the whole thing. It’s disgusting, but it gets my Master so hard watching me consume the flesh of his victims. As I chew, I can feel the victim’s soul sliding down into my belly. It’s a powerful, lustful burning that courses through my veins, filling me with an insatiable hunger for more. And once I’ve finished every last bite, I’m ready to take my Master’s cock.

Fucking him after consuming flesh is always the best. I cum so hard, my juices flowing freely as his sperm shoots deep inside me. And in that moment, I know that I’ll be his pregnant whore. The means I get to serve my Master as a loyal slave whore and I won’t be on the menu. 

If I give him the best Torture sex, in return, he keeps me alive, feeds me, and lets me live in his twisted little world. It’s not much, but it’s better than being roasted over an open fire. I hate to admit but diving into the depths of my most primitive nature makes my pussy go off like a machine gun. The need it fills is unlike anything I’ve experienced. 

Need a extreme kink fix? I’ll give you something that will push you to your limits and beyond! I’ll make your fantasies come true, in the most fucked-up way possible. Just remember, there’s no going back once you enter our world. Don’t wait, call for nasty Snuff sex. Stay kinky, my fellow cannibal and we’ll see you in hell!

 

 

Snuff Movies Make Me Money to Buy Coke

snuff moviesI make a lot of snuff movies. Maybe not so much make as star in. But I have a reputation among snuff makers as a no limits whore. I don’t complain. And I never beg anyone to stop. I take my beating and I please my director and collect my payment.  Although I often wish I was dead, I keep my eye on the prize which is the money I will receive to buy more coke.

I met a new director last week. Although he knew of me and my solid reputation, I did not know him. And I like to think I know most of the sadists in the seedy underworld of snuff porn. So, when I meet one, I do not know, I always worry I might not survive the film. But then I think about the coke, or the director gives me some primo blow and common since goes out the window, LOL.

And that’s what happened with this guy. He coked me up so much that I lost all sense of reason. His shit was good too. The premise of his film involved a kidnapped suburban housewife who gets herself sold in a slave auction to the highest bidder. The director wanted me looking sophisticated, so his makeup woman gussied me up. Now, I figured if he had a makeup girl, he likely was a legitimate snuff director.

My Need for Coke Will Kill Me One Day

However, that was not the case. It appeared to all be a rouse. There was no costar with me. The director bought me and used me. Sodomized my ass with his fists and cock. As well as some things never meant for the lass like a hammer. He called me a dumb bitch. And I suppose that’s true because I got lost in his coke and never questioned how he knew me.

And for my stupidity, I almost died. He beat me. Kicked me and tried to drown me too. But I am a seasoned druggy whore. All I did was act like I was too fucked up to fight him as he tried to drown me. I went limp, but I fooled him. And I grabbed the hammer and whacked him in the nuts.

 I ran out of that warehouse as fast as I could and started screaming as I hit the sidewalk. However, I barely escaped with my life. I just know my need for coke will kill me one day. Not the coke itself, but the snuff sex situations I get myself into for the promise of coke will kill me one of these days.

Sex with dead bodies makes Master pour out cum

Sex with dead bodies

Sex with dead bodies is essential in a lot of Necromancy rituals. One of my Master’s favorite is, Rosa Mortis Infectum. Every new moon, he scours the town for the purest, sweetest, most innocent thing he can find, and then he brings her back to his lair to sacrifice.

I have to hold her down while he fucks her virginal pussy until it’s bloody and raw. With each thrust, he grunts and groans, and I can feel his hot load filling that poor,  little hole. I hold on to her tighter, trying not to let her thrashing and screaming get to me, as my master delivers the final blow.

With one punch, he plucks out her cervix and brings it to the altar, where he burns it with the sacred flame. I watch as the flesh sizzles and burns, and I can’t help but feel a little thrill of excitement run through me. After all, I know what’s coming next.

Since I am my master’s slave, I have to submit to his will, and when he tells me to eat it, I do so without hesitation. It’s not the most pleasant taste, but I know it’s part of the ritual, and I’ll do anything to please my master.

I become his conduit to the other side. I am the connection to all the girls who have found death, and I can feel their spirits screaming and clawing at me from the depths of the underworld. I’m grateful that it doesn’t last forever, they start to fade out after a while.

Although, it is really exhausting how much he takes advantage of it. He fucks every single girl he’s snuffed but it’s still my holes. This goes beyond Blasphemy sex and My pussy gets so much abuse.

To seal the ritual my Master bends me over and pounds my pussy on top of her little corpse. He covers me in her gore as he jackhammers his cock into me.  He coats my pussy in three  loads of cum, and spits in my face. Once he pulls out his cock the voices start. Their whispers turns my blood cold every time.

As I lay there, spent and exhausted, their whispers turn to screams. That’s because they have become aware of where they are and who brought them back. They are at their loudest in the beginning. With the snap of his fingers he brings any girl he wishes into me and the Torture sex continues. 

Kindnapping Phone Sex Accomplice Lures Young Girls Easily

kidnapping phone sexKidnapping phone sex lets us role play a hot scenario where we hunt for a slave and grab her. I love being a kidnapper’s accomplice. Because of my gender and looks, I can lure girls away easily. When John and I spotted Bella at the mall, we both knew we needed her for our collection of sex slave dolls.

John is what I call a collector. A sick man with lots of money and dark predictions. But all I care about is his money. And a sick man with money? Well, I fall to my knees and promise to get him whichever girl he wants. And he wanted Bella. I saw her appeal. Young, pretty and innocent looking. Perfect fuck meat to corrupt and turn into a living doll.

So, I lured her away from her mean girl pack with the promise of starring in a horror movie. More like a snuff porn, but she did not need to know the truth yet. They never need to know the truth until it is too late. But Bella did not appear to be a dumb blonde. Once I had her in the fishing cabin, she knew I had deceived her. But by then it was too late. We had her trapped.

Let Me Help You Lure Young Girls

John likes to play cat and mouse games with girls. His goal is to break them quickly. But Bella took twice as long to break. And he needed to up the torture to break her. She acted obstinate, which made him hurt her more. But I watched and learned. He remained cool and collected while he burned Bella with cigarettes and shocked her with a cattle prod. However, I think 4 hours of torture sex went by before she finally called him master.

Most teen girls cave at the first feel of pain. Not Bella. She had spunk. But John is cruel and patient. So, he waited it out with her. Took his time inflicting severe pain to break the cunt. Now, she is a caged sex slave doll. He will use her until she dies. Then we will hunt for a new doll.

Fantasy phone sex brings you into the darkest desires

Fantasy phone sexFantasy phone sex brings you into the darkest desires! Now, let me paint you a picture. I’m lying here on my bed, dressed in nothing but a dirty, ripped-up t-shirt and a pair of skimpy panties. My long hair is tangled and wild, and my smeared mascara gives me that just-fucked look. 

I’ve got a cigarette dangling from my lips, and I’m absently playing with a knife – tracing the blade over my skin, leaving little red lines in its wake. I’m wet, I’m ready, and I’m waiting for your call.

I want to hear it all – the things that make your stomach turn and your cock harden. The things you’d never admit to anyone else. Tell me your Murder phone sex Fantasies. The things that make you feel alive and dirty and guilty all at the same time. 

I learned to love slicing into the flesh of Master’s other girls. He makes me pick them out and allows me to show him how dedicated I am to his pleasure. He gets so hard when I stab deep into their flesh. 

And now I cum when I watch the life drains from their eyes. The sense of power it gives me is intoxicating. And when I’m done, I’ll drain your cock of every last drop of cum, making you scream my name as you fill my throat.

I live for the thrill of my Master, the smell of blood, and the taste of cum. I’m a sick fuck, and I love every minute of it. I can’t get enough of the feeling of a man’s hard cock filling my mouth, gagging me, making me choke on it. And when I can’t take it anymore, I puke all over it, and that little whore we’ve captured will be there to clean it up with her tongue.

Together, we’ll create our own Snuff movies and I’ll be your willing victim. We’ll explore every twisted scenario you can imagine. There is no safe word with me, it can be as rough and violent as your fantasies. I’ll scream and cry and beg for mercy!

 

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies, An Addiction of My Homicidal Mind

Homicide is a fixation and Murder Phone Sex Fantasies are perfect to play out this. As a tender young little demon I was torturing and killing things.

Honestly, I liked making my dollies all bloody and dismembering them. In these early years I even learned to make nooses. And with these I would hang my dolls. Then I  would stab them and use red paint for blood.

One time I was fascinated with blood and I took a razor blade to a boy at school. I slit a tiny mark on the back of his neck. He sat in front of me and I wanted to play with some blood. The fucking brat screamed and cried. Due to his scene I was taken from the classroom.

Fast forward now, I am so intrigued by how much a body bleeds out. Gaining a  love of stabbing little brats and their mommies. I like to compare how their bodies bleed out.

In fact I have gone so far as to even go shopping at Hunting stores to buy all kinds of tools to process the hunt. Only the hunt is human for me.

Once I get the blood collected I love to just bath in it. Like Bathory. A bloodbath is so delicious and rejuvenating.

Finally I will often pour a couple of bottles of champagne or spumante in my blood. This is to keep the blood from coagulating too quickly. And lets face it I love a little efflorescence in my blood bath.

You see It’s my version of a bath bomb.

Murder phone sex Fantasies

Snuff movies led me to explore my Dark fetish for Torture

Snuff movies are where my addiction to psycho thrillers started! Watching a dumb bitch get ripped by her ankles and dragged across the floor staining a carpet or hardwood with blood by a masked man always made my Young bald pussy wet. I never knew how deep the thrills of seeing a stupid cunt stabbed multiple times in her big tits was so appealing to me until I experienced my first orgasm…

After that, I binge-watched that same scary movie for nights rubbing my cunt until I got this crazy idea to want to see a stupid bitch naked in that condition rather than clothed… That was when I came across Snuff porn, after a few searches and figuring out how to remove safe search on my tablet I found myself in sensational heaven.

I skimmed a site and managed to come across all sorts of videos some involving a Submissive whore and others being forced. That’s when I found I had a Very Drak fetish for watching girls get forcefully fed cocks inside of their worthless fuckholes. I was never the popular girl at school, I was always the emo chick weirdo with barely any friends.

I spent many nights whipping my clitoris while watching Ass rape porn and replacing the stars in the film with the faces of some of my classmates. 

Blasphemy sex with me will even bring Satan to his knees

Blasphemy sexAs I lay here, chained to this altar, I can’t help but feel a sense of euphoria wash over me with the anticipation with Blasphemy sex. My body is bruised and battered My Master has presented me to the Dark Lord himself. I can feel his sinister presence in the room, and I know that I am about to be used in the most wicked of ways. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, preparing myself for the pleasure and pain that is to come.

The Dark Lord approaches me, his massive cock already hard and throbbing. I open my mouth eagerly, ready to take him in. He grunts as he thrusts himself deep into my throat, choking me with his size. I gag and choke, but I never resist. I am his to use as he pleases.

He pulls out, and I can feel his hot cum drip down my chin. He moves behind me, and I feel his fingers roughly probe my pussy and ass. I moan as he slides first one, then two fingers into me. I am already wet and ready for him.

He positions himself behind his Snuff porn whore, and I feel the tip of his cock press against my tight asshole. I gasp as he pushes himself inside me, filling me completely. He starts to fuck me hard and fast, his balls slapping against my skin. I cry out as he reaches around and starts to play with my clit. I am in pure ecstasy.

He pulls out of my ass and turns me over. I spread my legs wide, inviting him to take me again. He slides himself into my pussy, and I can feel every inch of him. He fucks me with a ferocity that leaves me breathless. I am his to use and abuse, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

As he pounds into me, I can feel myself getting close to the edge. I scream out as I cum, my pussy clenching around his cock. He groans and releases himself inside me, filling me with his hot seed.

I lay there, spent and satisfied, as the Dark Lord pulls out of me. My body is covered in bruises and cuts, but I feel more alive than ever. I am Marley, a sexy victim whore, and I exist to serve the Dark Lord. I will never say no.

In conclusion, being a sexy victim whore is my purpose in life. I exist to serve and please those who are more powerful than me. The pain and pleasure that comes with it is what I crave and I am proud to be a whore for Satan. Use & abuse me with some evil Blasphemy phone sex!

 

Sadistic phone sex, give me your worst, make me suffer!

Sadistic phone sex

Let me give you a glimpse into the sordid and depraved world that I inhabit with Sadistic phone sex. Every day is a new nightmare, a new level of pain and humiliation that I never thought was possible. All for his twisted pleasure and entertainment. But at least he has the decency to give me his special powder to make things go a little easier. I guess I should be grateful for that small mercy, huh?

I was destined for a life of slavery and debasement. My Master saw to it that I was trained with only one purpose, to serve as a plaything for his sick and twisted desires. I was trained from a young age to submit to any and all demands, no matter how vile or degrading. My Master loves to inflict pain on me, the kind that makes me  wish for it all to end. 

He takes his sweet time doing it too, stretching out the torture for hours on end. He loves to  hook me up to a car battery, teasing me with little shocks and then he turns it on full blast. The shocks jolting down my body makes every muscle spasm in agony. And I can suffer for you just as much, you can give me all of your Rape phone sex fantasies!

He makes me tell him all of the worst punishments he has given me in the past. He knows how much I hate reliving the things he does to me and it gets him so hard. He only enters me when I’m drenched in sweat, my body a slippery mess of shame and self-loathing. He gets off on that look in my eyes, the one that says ‘just end it already’. But he doesn’t, He just keeps going. Always taking what he wants from me without a second thought.

I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve begged him to stop, to let me go. But it falls on deaf ears. I’m just a plaything to him, a slave to do with as he pleases. And I hate it. I hate every second of it. But what can I do? I’m trapped, both physically and mentally.

So I endure. I grit my teeth and take it, hoping that one day, somehow, I’ll be free from this life of pain and humiliation. But until then, I’m Marley, the victim slave whore, living at the mercy of my twisted Master. Let me fulfill your Snuff sex slave, make me suffer!