Category: Snuff movies

Torture sex is what I live for

Torture sex

Torture sex is what I live for.

I am constantly thinking about it. Because I’m such a fucking dirty whore I go outside looking for it. Walking down little allies so that I can get my greedy fuck hole ravaged. To make it easier, I’ll go outside in basically nothing. That way, it’s much easier just to have my clothes fucking ripped off me.

Sometimes I’ll be begging for my face in the concrete.  Wanting for fuck holes to be stretched to oblivion. I want them gaped fucking open and filled with spit. And lots of it too. It feels so fucking good to be all bruised up and to be walking with loads of cum dripping from all my holes. 

 

Snuff sex slave never stood a chance to survive

The Snuff sex slave, a pitiful pawn in our game, never had a chance to survive the brutal treatment Master Daddy orchestrates. My role is to unleash my own fury upon the whimpering girl beneath me, to make her scream and bleed for the dark pleasure that courses through Master Daddy’s veins.

I am his slave and I’ll always serve his will. I might die by his hands but until then we will be disgustingly evil.Snuff sex

As he watches, his increasingly rigid cock throbs with brutal lust. I lavish special attention on the helpless little slave. I made her drink my piss and eat my shit. Gave her a thousand tiny cuts and pissed on her again. So she screamed at the top of her lungs because it stung so bad.

I use her slight frame as a ragdoll, violently tossed about the room. Her pitiful attempts to fight back only encourage me to make it hurt as much as possible.  It felt splendid to punch her in the face. I licked the blood from her nose, and it made me feral.

Each brutal thrust drove me more into madness, and I gave everything to this Torture sex session. Her face was barely recognizable after I was done beating her. She was ready for Master Daddy’s cock.

Broken, beaten, and totally bloody. Obediently, I pin her down, my weight pressing upon her small form, as he starts to violently fuck her. He fucked her to death while I made her lick my dirty ass.

There’s a twisted sense of satisfaction I made it and she didn’t. See, I’ve been with him the longest than any whore who has entered his dungeon. I love when I get a chance to show him my devotion. I hope he knows how useful I am and keeps me around for a while.

 

Snuff Movies are Fucking Hot, Wanna Die for me?

Snuff MoviesSnuff Movies are the ultimate taboo thing that gets this teen pussy off hard. Growing up I watched Faces of death with my Daddy, It was an old set of movies that My Grandpa Showed him. I remember getting excited watching a horse quarter a man. My Little cunny just flooded, and I got so warm and tingly. The Bloodier and gorier the better.

I’m a Total Gore Whore

Even watching autopsies and gory medical procedures excites me. That cold dead slab of skin on a table, all settled with rigor mortis makes me crave to feel an Ice cold cadaver cock inside my warm wet cunt. I remember this one scene in the Faces of death movie that I watched on replay. It was this man all strapped down, restrained to a table. His Limbs were splayed out, and tied or chained to a table. He was groaning and pleading.  That made me wet, hearing him whine and beg.

Then from off screen this big guy appears wearing a gas mask. He is holding a hacksaw. The sun glints off the little blade. You see him walk up to the head of the table and knock the shit out of the guy. Blood splatters from his mouth, and he is just drooling bloody spit from the corners of his mouth. Masked guy starts sawing up at the restrained guys bicep. His moans turn to screams as he saws away at his flesh.

My eyes wide and never blinking

The masked man repeated sawing away at each limb, leaving uneven bloody stumps, that resembled chopped hamburger meat. He was still talking and pleading as he sawed his final limb off. My hand was deep in my panties at this point. Just when I thought it was over I notice that his cock is hard. Then the masked man re appears and grabs the mans hair, and starts hack sawing his head off.

I finger fucked myself so much watching that. I remember the playback button having the emblem wore off from how many times I replayed that one scene. I would have loved to ride his hard dick as the light went dim in his eyes.

Snuff Sex With Layla Loves The Control and Craves Commands

Snuff Sex

I lower my voice just enough to make you lean in, smiling because I know you’re already hooked. Snuff sex starts for me long before anything happens. It begins in the tease, the playful pause, the way my words brush against your thoughts and make you squirm a little.

I flirt while I lead, letting my tone dance between sweet and daring. I tell you you’re doing so good just listening, then I laugh softly and change the rules. I like keeping you guessing. Control feels better when it’s wrapped in charm, when you’re smiling even as you realize you’re following my lead without question.

I give you instructions like they’re secrets meant only for you. Nothing rushed, nothing sharp, just confident, steady guidance that makes you feel seen. I remind you how much I enjoy your attention, how cute it is when you hang on every word. My voice dips when I want to pull you closer, lifts when I want to play.

I’m a little bratty about it too. I’ll praise you, then tease you for wanting more. I’ll tell you to wait, just to hear how well you behave when you do. That’s my favorite part. The anticipation, the way desire builds when you don’t get everything all at once. I want you aware of every second, every breath.

There’s a warmth in my control, something inviting. I make it clear you’re safe with me, that this is our shared little fantasy where you get to let go and I get to steer. I love how quickly confidence turns into craving when my words sink in.

As things heat up, my voice turns silkier, slower, full of promise. I don’t need to say much anymore. You already know the rhythm, the dynamic, the way I like things. I stay playful right to the end, leaving you smiling, satisfied, and already wanting to come back for more.

Because with me, control isn’t cold. It’s flirty, fun, and just dangerous enough to keep you thinking about my voice long after I stop talking.

Taboo Phone Sex Mommies Get Desperate for Coke Around the Holidays

taboo phone sexA taboo phone sex druggie mommy experiences the holidays a bit differently than the typical soccer mom. By that I mean I need a hustle to make my Christmas coke money. My sons will be off school for three weeks. And they will invite a lot of friends over too. So, I will always have bonus boys around, and if I’m lucky, a few bonus girls to play with too. But mommy needs to hustle if she wants to play. I hustle for the money to buy cocaine to keep up with teenagers.

So, I got creative. I decided that I needed a lot more cocaine money than usual. My idea of a white Christmas involves a lot of cocaine. So, I made up these sexy Christmas cards and sent them to a few men who I worked with in the past making underground films. I let them all know I could be available for their snuff movies or whatever movies they wanted to make with a redheaded soccer mom.

And my Christmas card idea paid off. I received texts from every guy I sent one too. Now, I know that means mommy will take a beating, but the payoff will outweigh the pain. Up first, Tommy who I consider a sadistic fuck because he enjoys torturing women on film. He never intentionally kills a woman, but he makes her feel like she wished she was dead. But he pays well. And he aligned with my mission to score as much money or coke as possible.

I am on a Mission to Get Coke for Christmas

I showed up Saturday to his warehouse. And I saw all the torture devices, and I almost experienced a case of cold feet. But I told myself to stick to the plan because I needed the cocaine money badly. And I didn’t have the money to pay for it. This soccer mom earns the money. And if I play my cards right, I’ll earn a little something extra to spoil my sons with for Christmas.

He put me on a St. John’s cross table on the wall. He burned my nipples. And he whipped me mercilessly until he drew blood from my flesh. He fucked my pussy with his fist. And then he switched to other objects. And he even put a speculum inside my cunt, cranked it up and squirted Ben Gay inside of me. That became the lubrication for the wine bottle that he fucked me with.

I tried to just put my brain somewhere else and not think about the pain or any potential permanent damage. I’m one tough cookie. I knew I could handle it. And I did. Even if barely, I did survive. But I survived with burn marks on my body, welts and gashes and a few bruises too. I’ll take a day or two to try to recuperate from the torture sex before I move onto the next guy who promised me a lot of money for a hardcore fuck video. If my sons only knew what I do just so I can entertain them properly. You can keep my secret, right.

Snuff Sex with your young one

Snuff Sex on a Sunday morning does not sound too bad, fuck your daughter’s cunt daddy and fuck it good, A kinky teen freak that loves to cream on daddy’s cock, Daddy is a sick twisted pedophile that enjoys molesting both of his little ones, Snuff sex

His baby girl’s sweet pussy keeps him hard as a rock, the smell of it makes him leak precum. Daddy loves to force her to take his thick dick in all holes, smelling her arm pits as he takes her pussy. Fucking her missionary and smelling her toes drives him wild, as of lately he has been choking her while forcing her to take his cock, sometimes with his bare hand’s other times with a belt or tie, the last time he used a tie he went a little too far and she passed out. 

 He was able to bring her back, can’t say the same for his tranny daughter, Daddy was deep  in her boy pussy, big hands wrapped around her throat squeezing ever so tightly, every stroke his grip got tighter and she fought harder, which only excited daddy even more, His strong hands squeezed her larynx to the point she couldn’t breathe. 

 She fought until she had no fight left, and her body went limp in daddy’s arms. Needless to say, that didn’t stop him, he fucked her little lifeless body until he came deep inside her corpse. It’s only a matter of time before he offs his sweet youngest daughter because sex with dead bodies turn him on so much.

Teen rape porn makes me cum so hard

Teen rape porn

Teen rape porn is my absolute favorite to watch ever.  Let me tell you it makes me cum so hard. I really fucking want to cut myself and goon till I pass out. It’s okay, know I am a God damn junky for getting my dirty wet nasty cunt taken away brutally. I literally scour the internet like a fiend seeing what new degradation violence and humiliation has touched the internet.

That shit is fucking hot and at the point I am at I really don’t give a fuck anymore. Just like when i go out late night in nothing but my see through dress with no underwear.  Walking through alleys and waiting to get my ass beat. And then taken I thirst for this like water. this is my life and I need it.

I am thinking about just recording myself one day. So I can start watching and reliving my special moments when my face is shoved in the dirt and I am being stomped and taken without anyone giving a fuck if I am ok, just using all my hole ass they like and breeding the shit out of me.

I can’t help but go looking for guys to come and abuse my pathetic fuck holes. 

Lately these guys down the alley by my house has been brutal with the way they beat me and rip my clothes off. They love to slap, just slapping me around and spitting on me then the push my face hard and slam it on the wall and they take turns taking whatever hole they want, but usually just my tight asshole. I just need more porn like my real life oh my I’m so fucking wet.

Kidnapping Phone Sex with Layla Makes Her Beg for More

Kidnapping Phone SexKidnapping Phone Sex always gets dirtier when I slip into my favorite fantasy. The one where I let them take me, where I let myself get “captured,” tied up, kept on my knees, and used until my whole body feels owned. I don’t fight it. I choose it. I crave it. I step into that room already wet, already ready, already wanting to be nothing but their filthy nigger slut.

I always act like I’m being dragged in… but the truth? I practically walk myself inside. The second the door shuts, I drop to my knees because that’s where I belong. I love the way they circle me, touch my chin, tell me I’m their pretty little toy. I keep my eyes low, not because I’m scared… but because it turns me on to pretend I am. That fake trembling, that dirty “yes sir,” that soft gasp when they grab my hair… God, it makes me melt.

I live for the way they talk to me. The way they tell me I look better on all fours. The way they make me open my mouth and stick my tongue out like I’m begging for whatever they feel like giving. I stay on my knees so long my legs go numb, but I don’t move until they tell me to. I don’t want to. I want to be their little cum collector. Their Layla. Their obedient slut who pretends she was “taken,” but deep down she’s the one who begged for it.

And the way they use me? I love every fucking second. My pussy stays swollen because I spread it the moment they walk in. My throat stays raw because I let them hold my head and feed me. My belly stays full because I don’t let a single drop spill. I want all their cum in me, on me, running down my chest while I smile like the happiest captive they ever had.

They “keep” me, but really… I keep myself here. I stay because I love being the fantasy girl who never gets tired, never says no, never stops begging for more. I love pretending I’m trapped while they ruin me over and over. I love sinking into the role until I forget where the fantasy ends and the pleasure begins.

I’m Layla, their willing kidnapped slut… and I’ll stay on my knees as long as they want, collecting every drop they give me and begging for more.



Snuff movies with fatty was my punishment for loving BBC

Snuff moviesSnuff movies my Master makes are particular. He is an artist, and he makes some really wild masterpieces. He likes to use me in a lot of shots, and since I am so well behaved and follow his every command. But I made a big mistake and got severely punished. It is just so hard not to cum on big black cock. See, he wanted to use me in a violent gangbang scene, where I would be getting it hard by BBC, and then offer up my little sister to the pack, and then they would fuck her to death.
However, it didn’t go as planned because when those black cocks were fucking me like wild animals, it was too hard to act, as I hated it. They were definitely so fucking big, and they were really rough on my holes, but it felt too fucking good. I came so much on their cocks, and unfortunately, I didn’t act the way I was supposed to.
Master Daddy got really mad at me, and he had every right. I was so scared, I thought he was going to kill me right then and there. He stopped recording, told the guys to leave, and beat the shit out of me. He said he would have killed me if he didn’t have a backup plan; that’s a way better punishment than taking me out.
Oh boy, did he have something way worse in mind than killing me. The Torture sex plan was with his friend Fatty Patty. See my Master Daddy is a feeder, and his gainer is over 400 pounds and counting. She is so disgusting. I could smell her before he even opened the door to her room. He made me feed her pounds of fast food, including a whole chicken dinner.
And then I had to go down on her. God, she smelled so fucking bad. He had those BBCs fucking her days before me, and he doesn’t like when she showers. A dead body smells better than her. But I took my punishment, and I think he got a better shot anyway because the girl who played my little sister was smothered by Fatty Patty’s stinky fat pussy.

Snuff Movies and Chill is My Idea of a Date

snuff moviesI enjoy watching snuff movies with men. Especially men who I would like to make a snuff flick with. And I’m not necessarily talking about as my accomplice. I like to watch the expression on men’s faces as they watch extreme cock and ball torture in an underground film. Because when they react strongly to such a film, I know it’s going to be enjoyable to inflict that sort of pain on them.

I dupe a lot of men into thinking I want to fuck them. But that’s easy to do. You can be a Goth chick or a big, beautiful woman, men don’t care. They’ll put their dick inside anything for the most part. I don’t need men. Men like to think that women depend on their cocks.

But we do not need men. If we want to birth brats, we can go to some sperm bank for that. If we want an orgasm, they make a variety of sex toys geared for women’s sexual pleasure. And a lot of those battery operated boyfriends bring women a lot more pleasure than a breathing man.

So, any time a man treats me like I should be grateful that he’s giving me any attention, I decide that man needs my brand of extreme cock and ball torture sex. Alex picked me up at a bar. He seemed different from most predators. He did not attempt to spike my drink with a roofie or anything. But I still found him annoying. And not simply because he walked and talked. The shit he spewed out of his mouth made me think that he believes the world needs more “trad wives.” A Goth bar is the wrong venue to spew that caveman shit.

Men We Do Not Exist for You

I will never be somebody’s wife. And if I ever get married, I would never be a traditional wife who stays at home, makes bread from scratch and makes arts and crafts with the little ones while I homeschool them. I am not Laura fucking Ingels on the Prairie.

This man, I needed to torture for shits and giggles. And to let him know women do not exist to take care of him. So, once we were at my place, I spiked his drink. I put on some torture porn, and I watched as he looked horrified at what he saw. And then I whispered in his ear that’s just a little taste of what’s to come later, darling.

I think he shit himself right then. That’s an exaggeration. However, he did piss his pants. But I planned on ripping them off him anyway, so I could mutilate his junk. I started with a castration band around his worthless balls. And then I carved up his dick with my name on every side. He let out blood cuddling screams, which makes my pussy wet. I get off on fear and pain. Folks call me a wicked butcher for a reason.

For hours, I mutilated Alex‘s junk. And eventually, I chopped his balls off killing his chances of ever marrying or procreating. He’s entitled to his thoughts and opinions on where women belong. But he must face the backlash and the consequences of such antiquated beliefs. And one of the consequences of such archaic thinking is castration phone sex. Repeat after me men. Women do not exist to be your caretaker and your fuck dolls. We no longer live in a caveman society. So, wake up and get with the program and maybe I’ll let you keep your balls.