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My master took me to make some snuff movies. You know, I think that he has always been a torture-loving individual.  Now that he got me where he wanted, he knew he would take full advantage of me. I am addicted to him, and he knows. When he takes control of me, nothing else matters in this world. All I want is for you to tell me what to do. We went over to this dungeon. Well, it’s a Sex Dungeon of some sort. Now the pleasure is not for the women. It’s for men because men rule everything. At this place, there were girls like me who had been in relationships with Masters who had completely controlled them and dictated their lives. The Masters loved using us all and getting us all in severe pain. Whips & paddles, all kinds of tools, you name it it was all there for us

Kill thrill makes my Pussy wet!

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Kill thrill makes me wet.

Snuff movies make my hot little pussy wet. I am not like one of those boring bitches you will find at church or hanging out at a country club. I am that twisted whore that will grab your dick in the dark corner of a bar and take you home with me.

Romantic and Ultra bloody flicks.

When I get you home, I will put on an ultra-romantic yet bloody snuff film and blow you as you watch young brats being raped and destroyed. I will suck you until the very end when little sally is slowly being strangled and then I will climb onto your hard cock and fuck your traumatized body until Little sally takes her last labored breath and I squirt.

That’s why you just can’t get enough.

That’s right baby I am not your average girl But then again that’s why your addicted to me.

Torture sex Confessions with my now dead, therapist!

Torture sex I opened up about my liking for Torture sex involving tiny ones to my therapist.. I am sure as she took her last breath of air in front of her traumatized little she regretted the career she chose. Out of all the things she could have been; she decided to fiddle with the minds of the “mentally ill” she should have seen it coming! I got really nervous and jittery, I felt it.. She was going to have me sectioned.. I knew I shouldn’t have felt comfortable enough to tell her this.. I told her what I had done over the weekend.. She was questioning the scratches on my arms and face and I sort of just blurted it out..

As I opened up to her my eyes expanded, I envisioned the twit that I picked up from a school ground nearby after one of our sessions.. I could see her pale skin turn gray as I watched her body slowly give out after ripping her cunt to shreds. I accidentally mentioned my accomplice Tom Hicks, He always told me that a rat is worse than a snitch.. A rat is someone who physically participated and turned out to be a traitor; a rat deserves nothing but death! I fell into a trance, as if I were watching one of those Snuff movies and I were the narrator.. Mutilation phone sex

I described the noises she made as I strangled her to death with a thin wire.. I pulled the wire so tight I watched her neck squeeze like an orange and pop right off her shoulders.. He fucked her cunt while she still had a heart beat, headless.. As soon as he got through, releasing inside of her; like a scavenger I got down and punched her walls back, scooping the bloody nut out and rubbing it all over my face and body.. It was a personal sacrifice, we sacrifice once a year on Easter Sunday to awaken the demons.. Its our Sadistic belief that doing the most evil prevents the resurrection of the man in white. 

Her pretty little fluffy dress was covered in blood.. Her eyeballs on the ground beside her dead body like marbles.. I jacked his cock off from the inside of her asshole after removing the wall that separated her pussy from her ass.. He shot his final load inside of her and then we tossed her in murky water for the piranhas to dispose of her remains! He was my first Mutilation phone sex client, he took mutilating the youth to a beyond desirable level! 

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Murder phone sex Fantasies

When I have Murder phone sex Fantasies I love attaching my noose while I listen in.  Knowing your getting your thrills from putting me in my place. Filthy covered cum holes like myself barely deserve to live. Our only purpose is for entertainment. If I happen to be a little quiet it’s because my life is skirting the edge of existence. Since realizing my place as a crusty cum dump it’s hard for me to want to stay here if I am not getting cocks to cum. Or allowing my life to be pushed around by the desires of masculine forces.

I love to be a punching bag

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I want the pain I crave it so much. Ever since my ex-boyfriend got me into snuff movies that is all I can think about is being used. When he beat me to a bloody pulp he had the nerve to pimp me out that night. Semen was dripping all over and so was my blood. It got him so horny to see me in such distress. My nose is permanently crooked from that night. Every time I look in the mirror I am reminded of all the stuff I endured. Any other normal person would feel rage and need therapy. Well, I probably do need the therapy but rage doesn’t even cross my mind. All I want is to get pounded and used up. 

Gothic Phone Sex with the Undead Living Dead Doll

Gothic Phone sex is exciting. A taste of the dark side. Most normals won’t dare to venture into my darkened cave of torture and sin. On occasion I get the desire to post ads for finding my playthings, or rather “Victims”. 

One advertisement I posted was for a BDSM model. I required a signature to the contract in their blood. The contract wasn’t thoroughly read as I kinda persuaded them to just sign it as I worked my special wicked skills on him. He was throbbing hard from the first view of me in my gothic dress. 

Men are so weak for the unobtainable. That and for female dominance. This was an easy one for my snuff filming of a blockbuster. Some torture, pain, and mutilation. He screamed so much. Begged and pleaded for it to stop. I walked over to him and put the consent form in his face and told him he signed his death warrant so just enjoy the ride. 

Tied to a pentagram. Tortured by a Satanic Goddess. Getting my full attention is what his cock told me he wanted. He got it and the attention of many views. This was his dream come true and he ended with a castrated, scorched and burned sack. His cock flesh was shredded and his anus was completely destroyed. 

His final moments were his decapitated head with brain stem intact, watching his final demise. He felt me chainsaw his limbs. One by One. Cut off and fed into a mulching machine. Then his head I used as my urinal before I took the sledge hammer to it.

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Strangulation Phone Sex Fantasy Pump Girl

The strangulation phone sex desires inside of you are released when you call me. My sexy whoring around the porn movie jack shack of snuff is my whoring grounds. I jerk men off as they watch bitches get decapitated as they are fucked to death.

One guy loves when I to play the torturer of a pathetic fuck in love with me. So many of those guys at this club. I just work their wallets and their cocks empty. Mr W truly loves me pumping him as I destroy another guy and mutilate his anus and his penis.

Making the guy scream while daddy creams is what it is all about, isn’t it D? Awe you love pumping for me and all over these fake tits pops and splats covering me in jizz. I just need one guy to come up behind me and strangle me to make me cum.

Strangulation phone sex

he wants to eat me

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My ex was so obsessed with my body that I always wondered why he was such a horn dog. It didn’t take long for him to tell me he wanted to eat me and film it. All he wanted was for me to gain a couple of pounds, just enough for him to slice some of me and enjoy it.

He was really into cannibalism and snuff movies. Wow, you think you know someone till you realize everything is a lie.

All he could think about was how id taste on his plate when he gave me an ultimatum that i would have to do it or he would leave me. I accepted and caved in and let him feast on my body. The draining of blood had him erect and wanting to fuck me so roughly.

Snuff movies are more exciting when you are the killer

Snuff moviesWhat would you say is worth more than gold? My daddy always said tight little pussies.. When he found out I was being molested by my uncle he tortured him for his most prized possession! Every St. Patrick’s day brings back the gruesome memory of that night after the parade where my uncle brought me into the shed out back and dismantled my single digit pucker.. He was drunk out of his mind and clearly wasn’t thinking straight!

He was belligerent and had confessed his addiction to Ass rape porn and how he would always think about tearing my asshole apart whenever he stroked. I remember standing there as he wrapped his belt around my mouth making it almost impossible for me to cry out for help.. My hands were balled up in front of my pale face and my eyes were open wide..

He ripped off my clothing and bent me over an old spare tire. He spanked me and left his manly handprints all over my rear-end.. I remember the sound as he inhaled deeply, whiffing the scent of my cotton panties.. Right before he dragged his cock down my ass crack and ripped through my tiny little asshole..  My anus was sore and bloody… I had even pissed all over myself!

Daddy didn’t come soon enough, he heard me whimpering and managed to find me leaking bloody cum with my uncle passed out next to me… That was the first time I had ever witnessed death outside of Snuff movies..  That was also the last time I ever saw my uncle with a pulse.. Daddy even made me get my revenge on him!

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I committed my first murder with my own father. He handed me an ax and told me to do it.. I remember squeezing my eyes shut as I dropped the ax on my uncle’s neck and the feeling of his blood splattering all over my naked body.. The taste of his blood that I licked off of my bottom lip and the look of satisfaction my daddy had in his eyes! My bloody phone sex fetish stems from my true life experiences.

Snuff Porn Stars Can Survive Life if They Have Street Smarts

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Snuff porn stars can survive life if they are smart. I do not have book smarts. I never finished high school. But, I do have street smarts and that makes me ahead of the game in the circles I travel. I ran into an old snuff director that I had an acrimonious relationship with. The guy damn near killed me once because he liked the way I bled on film. His only problem was that I was not his to kill. I was on loan from a man who would kill him if he killed his prized pony. I am no longer owned by that master. I am a free agent, so when I ran into Trevor in an innocuous setting, I feared he might try to kill me again. I was in a coffee house of all places. I met him 15 years ago, but men like him never forget the one who got away. He approached me, and I knew it was game on. He recognized me and he wanted to pick up where we left off. When he started talking, I told him I was in the teen rape porn business now. I spoke with confidence, and explained to him that I could bring him something younger, and better than me. He reminded me that he has eyes everywhere, and knows where I live. I took some solace in the fact that he has not killed me yet. I brought him a young teen whore the very next day. I knew where he made his movies. I was scared. I mean a snuff director is not a man who can be trusted to keep his word. He liked the blonde bimbo cheerleader I brought him. She was just some dumb cock tease who thinks her shit does not stink. The next day, her picture was plastered all over the news. When a pretty white teenage girl goes missing, the entire world is looking for her. A brown or black girl goes MIA, no one cares. I took a risk luring this girl to her death, but it was her or me. I had to give Trevor his pound of flesh. Trevor makes real snuff movies, so that little blonde, white bitch will never be found. I survived to live another day, and that is always my goal.