Category: Snuff movies

Spanking the Rebellious Step-Brat

Ass rape porn???? Step-Brat’s Discipline: Over My Knee ????

Let me tell you about my bratty stepbrother, a real hell-raiser. He thought he could get away with his college shenanigans, but I was gonna teach him a lesson he’d never forget. Porn, drinking, drugs, and being a man-whore? Oh, this brat was in for a rude awakening. I called him into my room, and the little snot tried to argue. He thought he was too old for discipline, but I was about to show him who’s boss. An over-the-knee spanking was just the beginning of his punishment.

His ass was gonna feel the burn, and that’s a promise. I grabbed my trusty paddle and gave him a taste of our family’s discipline tradition. He whined and cried, but I didn’t give a shit. He needed to learn his place.I told him, age ain’t nothing but a number when it comes to punishment. Brat, adult, or adult baby, you fuck up, you get spanked. Simple as that. And oh, the spankings were just the start.

Chastity, corner time, and a whole lot more were in store for this little shit. He needed to learn to follow the rules or else. So, you brats out there, don’t you dare mess with me. You’ll be over my knee faster than you can say sorry! ????????

Murder Phone Sex Fantasies Let Us Explore Revenge

murder phone sex fantasiesMost of us have murder phone sex fantasies. I know I do. And I have them for all the folks who abused me when I was a young girl. I include my mother on my kill list because she left me with my dad when I was super young. She just never came home from work one day. Vanished. For a while, I thought she might be dead. When I entered my teens, I often wondered if my father killed her. Although he told me she did not want me and left with another man to start a new family, I doubted that claim’s veracity.

But because she left, my father began abusing me. And he eventually allowed his friends to abuse me too. Although I did run away, my earlier years hooking on the street and making snuff movies, gave me time to think about revenge. I had no choice as a teen runway and high school dropout but hooking and porn. And that exposed me to men almost as bad as my father.

Revenge is So Sweet

Recently, I did one of those DNA kits just to see if I might have siblings somewhere. My dad could have remarried. And if my mom was alive, she may have given birth to a sister or brother for me. The DNA results revealed that I had at least two half siblings. Maybe more because the results only identify others who have done the same DNA testing. However, those half-siblings matched on my mother’s side. So, I hired a private detective who found her in a trailer park only 6 hours away from me.

I paid her a visit. But she did not survive the visit. I made it look like a home invasion phone sex fantasy gone wrong. No prints left. And no DNA either. This switch knows all the tricks to go undetected. I need to be more careful with my DNA since I am now in the DNA database that cops can access to solve crimes.

She did not recognize me. Her own daughter. So, I used a pair of her gardening shears to slice her throat. As I watched her bleed out, I told her who I was and why I killed her. The bitch’s expression when she realized who I was and why I killed her seemed priceless too me.Revenge feels good. Now that I killed my mother, my number one enemy, I need to find my father. He deserves death too.

Ass rape porn made daddy blow his brains out, too bad!

Ass rape porn

Ass rape porn continued to infiltrate the small town! He knew that was his girl, and he pretended he had no idea what his friends were talking about as a new video airdropped every week into their homes. He hadn’t seen her since spring break; no missing persons, just a vague feeling of a runaway who hated her life surrounded his family. She was bright but shy, and Daddy knew under her boyish clothes she had a body that rivaled the best porn stars! 

But as he watched every video and knew the twon had seen hsi baby girl getting her ass raped over nd over, daddy wanted more. An investigation was launched, and no one could find out who was sending these porn videos, and the town was in an uproar over it. 

Then one day an Teen rape porn was airdropped onto his cell at a Starbucks. I watched as he slid his AirPods in and hid his phone with his laptop. No one else was getting that video, and it would self-destruct in 5 minutes. It wa shis baby girl nude begging daddy to come get her as she was forced to take cock after cock. Her face was bruised and beaten, and she was pleading for him to save her! Then her throat was slashed, and she bled out as he stood up and his coffee and laptop went crashing to the ground; the video was gone! I watched him run to the parking lot, not to scream in terror and call the cops. But to jerk his cock off and his eyes rolled back in his head before he blew his brains out! 

He just knew he was fixing to be caught! Only I wanted to fuck him and make more sex crimes with him. Too bad, I misjudged that one! 

Evil phone sex: We’ll bound, torture & gag this slut

Evil phone sex Evil phone sex I have there is no mercy.  We’ll bind her, wrists and ankles, spread-eagled on the cold, hard floor. I’ll ensure she’s nice and helpless, unable to escape my wrath. The anticipation will be delicious, watching her squirm, knowing she’s at my mercy.

Next, we’ll gag her. After all, we don’t want her screaming to disturb the neighbors, do we? A ball gag will do nicely, silencing her cries as we begin our wicked work. Slam it in her mouth so hard, her teeth break. That will be a nice souvenir for my collection. 

Tied up and silent, she is ready to be our sacrifice. This dumb little slut is lucky to become a hot dish for Satan. Blasphemy sex is a glorious thing, my darling. A twisted dance of pleasure and pain, all in the name of Satan. We’ll defile her, violate her, make her scream fuck God in her dying breath. She’ll beg for mercy, but there’s no mercy here. Only the sweet, sweet release of sinful pleasure.

When I guide your P. Cock into her I want you to thrust has hard as possible. Each moment you pound your cock into her should be more painful than the last. Make that little pussy bleed so the power of Satan can fill us.

 

Once an Ass Rape Porn Star, Always One

ass rape pornOnce an ass rape porn star, always one. That’s what happens when you earn the nickname Little Anal Annie. Some director called me that over a decade ago because of my red hair and my love for extreme anal play. But it is not that I enjoy getting my ass destroyed by rough sex or that I enjoy a huge ass gape. However, it is my only bargaining chip when I need coke. No one gives me coke for free. And I never have money to buy coke unless I do rough anal videos or snuff films.

So, my asshole will keep on taking a huge beating. But such is the life of a coke whore, I guess. My husband never liked anal sex, so he never sees the condition of my asshole when we fuck. He is a vanilla guy. However, I am a nasty freak and a coke head. Friday night, desperate for coke, I went down to the docks.

The warehouse district is mostly abandoned buildings used as flop houses and porn studios. But not the vanilla kind. More like snuff movies. But down in the seedy part of town is where I do nasty things to get coke. Like one stop shopping. I do something to get money for coke, then walk or crawl to the next building to score coke.

I Sell My Asshole for Coke Money

However, Friday night the drug dealer wanted to make a homemade film with me in exchange for coke. He likes to film him and his friends obliterating the holes of soccer moms for profit. Sort of his version of Girls Gone Wild. More like Soccer Moms Gone Wild. He let me get high first saying I would need it. And I did need it.  Him and his friends wanted to see how many cocks at once they could get in my ass. Plus, they wanted to see how many fists they could shove up my ass at once too. I felt like a sock puppet.

This went from hardcore anal sex to gangbang rape porn quickly. But I endured the pain and disfigurement of my asshole once again for coke. They did a number on my asshole too. Just when I think no one can destroy my ass more, some seedy porn director says, “Hold my beer.”

Home invasion phone sex: sadistic pleasure!

Home invasion phone sexTonight’s sadistic pleasures start with home invasion phone sex! I am so sick of you men underestimating me. Like I don’t have men who will help me break into your house and rob you blind. That’s not what I’m after tonight You know damn well that you really enjoyed my last rape fantasy and bondage scene with you and your little family. You thought you had got away from me I mean, I was just a young teen then, and now I’m grown up a little bit. But my body hasn’t really changed much, and I’m still seeking you out after these last couple years. You got a new wife, and you just happened to marry a beautiful set of twin daughters along with her. I want them. I’m going to take them. They’re going to become my whores and make me money. Now I do have thoughts of, like, making them the ultimate ass rape porn stars. But I also think they would really do great in some really snuffed-out scenes in one of those gory, old-fashioned setting snuff films. And I will make you watch. I’m a fucked-up bitch. I come for revenge. Not because you did anything wrong, but because your dick was so good you turned me a little fucking evil. I will hunt you down no matter who you marry, no matter how many daughters you have. Your wife and your daughters will always be subject to me kidnapping, molesting, and even murdering them. But you know that already, don’t you? You want me to come after each new wife each new set of stepbrats. You’re just as fucked up as I am Don’t you dare think you have no part in this sick, sadistic play because it’s all on you, motherfucker!

The Depraved Fantasies of a Slut Named Jade

Evil phone sexI’m Jade, and my world revolves around the darkest, most depraved desires of those who dare to call me. Today’s tale is a story of rape, torture, and humiliation that would make even the most hardened deviant blush. It all started when a young teen boy thought he could get away with harassing me in the park.Little did he know, I had other plans. I played the damsel in distress, luring him into my car and driving him deep into the woods. With a tire iron in one hand and a sadistic smile on my face, I approached him. He begged for mercy as I cracked him across the skull, but all I could think about was how much power I had over him.

I tied him up to a tree, his cock and balls exposed as he pleaded for release. It was then that my true intentions became clear: I wanted to make him suffer. I cut off his clothes and knelt down between his legs. I took my time, tracing my tongue along his bruised and swollen member before leaning forward and taking him into my mouth. His cries of pain only turned me on more. As I sucked him off, I squeezed his balls ruthlessly, choking him with my grip until he couldn’t help but cum. The taste of his seed on my tongue sent shivers of pleasure down my spine.

But that wasn’t enough. Oh no. It was time for the main event. I grabbed my knife and slashed his cock from base to tip, watching as his screams turned to whimpers. I kicked him, hard, in the nuts one last time before leaving him there, bleeding and broken. As I drove away, leaving him behind like the worthless piece of meat he was, I couldn’t help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction. This was why I did what I did – because it made me feel alive. Because I was good at it. Because I was fucking evil.

And so, my phone rang again… and another deviant’s twisted fantasy became reality in my demented mind.

Blasphemy sex is the best with a ex-catholic

When it comes to Blasphemy sex, there’s nothing quite like doing it with an ex-Catholic. You see, I used to be a good Catholic girl, but I quickly realized that following the rules wasn’t for me. I wanted to break free and explore my lust, and that’s exactly what I did.Blasphemy sex

These days, I spend my time dominating and degrading my clients, pushing them to their limits and beyond. And when I have a cum starved slave for Satan, well, let’s just say your holes will serve Satan’s cock all fucking night. I am his favorite and he loves when a former altar boy becomes his whore. It’s sick, it’s twisted, and it’s oh-so-satisfying.

Once you are in the clutches of the Dark Lord, there is no turning back. You will be expected to be on your knees serving demon cock at my whim or pay the price. Trust me, our Sadistic phone sex will make the Virgin Mary suffer like never before. And who knows – maybe we’ll even make Jesus cry tears of blood together. 

 

Babysitter Phone Sex Whores Lure Little Girls for Your Rape Fantasies

babysitter phone sexBad babysitter phone sex accomplices enjoy life, especially if they can trade holes for coke. Not my holes, but some little charge I am responsible for. It’s funny, usually I am the one getting used. And although I still get used, the older I get the easier it becomes to lure away little girls and boys for men like you. And my age and status as a mother makes families want to hire me to watch their little ones.

I have this one coke dealer who claims I have no tight holes left. I blame my stepson for that. All the abuse over the years stretched out my cunt and ass. I did not want to tell this dealer that maybe his cock is just too small. If I got sassy, I likely would end up in one of his real snuff movies. So, to get coke from him, I must pose as a babysitter and give him access to something young and tight.

If I Need a Fix, I Will Sacrifice a Brat

I always feel badly when I let a man fuck such a young girl or boy just so I can get coke. But I need coke more than some little ones need their virginity. I know it sounds so selfish, but a coke whore does what she must for free coke.  And if he wanted to fuck a young pussy and ass, I would get it for him. His coke is almost as good as my stepson’s blow.

I had to drug the girl. My cocktails get better every time. A little Benadryl, mixed with some Xanax mixed in warm milk, knocks little ones out so men like you can explore your rape phone sex fantasies. He snuck in through a window I opened to avoid the security cameras. He rag dolled fuck that little girl. She looked limp as he thrust his cock in and out of her tiny holes. He made a bloody mess of her fuck holes. And that left me with a huge mess to clean up.

But I cleaned her up and her bed. Wiped down everything that might have his DNA on it. He has a record, so his fingerprints are on record. However, mine are not. That little girl will wake up with sore, swollen holes, but I will be long gone and high as a kite by then.

Rena’s Hot Sexy Snuff Phone Sex Dream

snuff phone sexI had a hot snuff phone sex dream the other night. I wake up to the feeling of something hard pressing against my back. My head is heavy, and it takes me a moment to remember where I am. As reality sets in, I realize that I’m lying on a cold metal table with my legs spread wide open. A sharp pain shoots through me as someone enters me from behind, filling me up completely. It feels like they’re stretching me beyond my limits, but the sensation is strangely arousing.

I try to turn around to see who’s doing this to me but find myself restrained tightly by leather straps at the wrists and ankles. The room is dimly lit, casting eerie shadows across the walls covered in bloodstains and other unspeakable marks left by countless victims before me. My heart races as fear mixes with excitement within my chest cavity – this must be some kind of twisted snuff film or ritualistic sex act!

The person behind continues their relentless pounding motion inside of me while another individual stands overtop watching intently; their face hidden beneath a sinister mask that makes them seem even more menacing than they already are. They both take turns using their bodies as tools for pleasure and pain until eventually reaching climax simultaneously – one after another penetrating deeper into every orifice available on my body: mouth, ass…even eyes!

As they cum deep inside of me (or onto/in front of/nearby), warmth fills each hole leaving trails of stickiness wherever it goes; signaling yet another successful ‘performance’. With one final thrust deep into my cervix, I feel myself losing consciousness once more. The last thing I hear is the sound of a camera clicking as they capture yet another image for their twisted collection…