Not only men have killer phone sex fantasies. There are many dominant women out there that hate me as much as you do. This guy who bought me from my drug dealer to settle my coke debt sold me to a woman. This woman I didn’t know. She bought me for sport. Have you ever seen a cock or dogfight? This was a cunt fight as she called it. She bought two bitches and made us fight for our lives in front of an audience that paid good money for a death match. I thought it was a ruse, but this was something straight out of a snuff porn. The winner of the death match got her freedom. The other got death. I didn’t believe either of us would live, so I tried to strike a bargain with my opponent. Even though she agreed that we might both die regardless, she didn’t like my plan of not fighting. She said if we did that we would most certainly die and likely in a violent manner. I guess she was right. At least this way, one of us had a chance, but I knew it wouldn’t be me. I am not a fighter. I am a submissive whore with a coke problem. I was starting to go through withdrawal. Maybe I had a chance. I was on edge with no coke, but coke fuels my dark side. When we were put in the middle to fight, I gave it my best. My best wasn’t good enough. The little Asian doll took me down in 5 minutes. She reamed my ass with a strap-on lubed in Ben Gay. While I was writhing in discomfort, she pinned me for the required time to name her the winner. The audience got to decide how I should die. It was gruesome. They beheaded me, and the male members of the audience pissed and came on my severed head. How would you kill me?
Category: Snuff movies
Killer Phone Sex Fantasies: Death Match
Can’t fool me
Summer parties have just begun, and I’m a party girl so you know I am down to go to them. This past weekend I had a guy try to roofie me and fuck me. A silly amateur move I was aware and did the switcharoo. He knocked out cold, and I was able to wait until the party was over to get my revenge on the dude. The party was at one of my close friend’s house. I got a couple of guys to move him over to a wooded area but before we did that we went in on him. We fucked his ass with a steel pipe and made his ass prolapse. I liked the torture sex he was being subjected too like a dumb twat. I knew my revenge was sweet when his body grew cold just like I love it.
Famewhore Kim K
I worked with Kim K as an assistant for a photo shoot she had with a grand photographer. The photographer was one of the best in the game if not one of the one of the best the best. Kim was freaking out about losing followers her husband was going crazy there was royal wedding frenzy. Jenny Lo had a comeback, and teeny boppers were killing her shine left and right. Kimmy K was desperate and willing to do anything to climb to the top and stay number one on the trending boards all thru social media. It was so awesome to be a fly on the wall for what I am about to spill next. Kim put her career in the hands of the photoag and listened clearly and carefully to all the orders and suggestions. It started out simple. Kimmy take your outfit off entirely, Everyone has seen every square inch, so this wasn’t going to do a thing.
The advice she got was spreading her cunt for the shot. The famewhore did just that. The photographer finessed her to do everything he wanted her to do. Kim K was spreading her twat her ass and even peeing on the photographer’s dick. That’s a golden shot he reassured her. In no time he was fucking her holes and making her give him a footjob and letting him fuck her famous curvy ass. Things escalated so quickly. I was ordered to bring in her young sister Kenny J. Kenny was timid shy and it was so surprising she was a model. Kim ordered ken to strip and get close. Kim K was kissing Kenny and Kenny had a stream of tears. They both were cum swapping and piss swapping all of the photographer’s supply. It was total torture sex for kenny.Anything for fame and exposure Kim kept telling ken it was all going to bring the Karjen clan on top again. Kenny got sick and barfed everywhere. Then Kim k had to clean it up entirely. Their grand shoot wasn’t done just yet. The ankle biter came in and took a personal lesson from her momma and took that meat stick too. It was definitely a first to witness.
Bloody murder
The sound of screaming sluts brings so much pleasure to me. I scoop out the ones I want to be snuffed out, and my boyfriend handles the rest. I like to hear them beg and plead. Dumb cunts have no idea they have no fighting chance. I will do whatever it takes to make some nasty whores pay for their slutty actions. My favorite thing thus far is snuffing a whore who tries to flirt with my man. It’s like the perfect snuff porn scene. We both end up killing the bitch and jabbing her holes after we have had fun with her. Its no fun for the slut but its a real joy to hear the whore in excruciating pain. That’s the best. I light up a blunt and enjoy my high. It’s the perfect event each time. Each whore gets a different treatment, but the result is always the same. Screaming bloody murder won’t help you, sweetheart, no one will find you or hear you.
Torture Sex Fantasy: Death by Orgasm
He had a torture sex fantasy. I was the perfect star. He bought me at a black market auction for bimbos. He bought me for a steal too because I had outlived my usefulness to any man. My new master immediately put chains on me. Leg irons and handcuffs too. He thought I was moving too slow. “Let’s go Bitch,” he yelled as he slapped me across the tits. I picked up the pace. I inquired where he was taking me. He informed me he was some sort of scientist. A mad scientist who was using me as his Guinea pig for a new assassination technique. He planned to inject me with some microscopic robots that would invade my heart and when I orgasmed would kill me by stopping my heart. His plan was death by orgasm. He stripped me naked, put a leather collar around my neck that kept my head from moving. I was lead downstairs into the dark death chamber basement. I was scared and aroused. A spreader bar kept me from closing my legs as he examined my wet pussy and mocked me for being aroused at my ultimate demise. He injected his mad experiment into my right thigh. I felt weird suddenly. My body was taut, restrained and spread eagle. He used a variety of instruments, including his fingers to masturbate me. As hard as I tried to think of other things, unpleasant things, I found myself aroused. My wet pussy betrayed me. He was determined to make a snuff porn with his purchased whore. I fought the pleasure, but it was impossible. I am a pain slut. Deep down, I knew I deserved to die. I had just hoped, I would not go out like this. I came. I came heard. I felt my body stiffening and soon after chest pain. In the end what gave me the most pleasure in life, killed me. What is your snuff fantasy?
Whores must die
My friend invited Macey and me over to snuff out the new girls in the neighborhood. A little promiscuous bunch moved next door. We could see all types of guys come in and out. My friend invited Macey and I and wanted us to lure the three sluts over. We wanted to give them a home welcoming to the neighborhood. In actuality, we were just going to fuck the whores up and do some wicked snuff stuff with the twats. The three girls were dressed up like complete prostitutes ready for dick. Macey and I got all three fucked up and ready to be used. It was so hot to see them beg for mercy. None of them were going to leave without being subjected to snuff sex. Having three whores tied up is hard work, but it was so fucking hot to see the blood sweat and tears stream. We were going to make sure they each got our masters cock till they all died. Watching them choke out and taking their last breath.
Deflowering a virgin
The task was quite simple I had to bring a virgin to my master so he could have endless snuff sex with the new slave pet. I found the perfect victim. Naomi was sweet as pie and a goody two shoes. I knew I had to ruin her life and bring her to the dungeon with my master. I invited her over for a project we got assigned to and it spiraled from there. My master was pleased and wanted me to help torture her holes. I felt terrible, but I knew If I didn’t assist I would be dead meat. I helped drug her and take her to the cell. I knew she would never see the light after this. My master had his way with her popped her cherry and fucked her for hours on end. He loved deflowering her virgin young pussy. It was hellish to see but I had to keep my mouth shut or I would be ruined too. When Naomi awoke, she was utterly incoherent. I was surprised the dosage was so loud it knocked out all recollection. My master let her go and was sly she didn’t even remember being tied up and also fucked though she awoke midway with blood-curdling screams. He liked that she was blind to the fact that she was being used. I know this isn’t the last time I will be bringing Naomi over. Master liked her way too much.
Teaching me a lesson
I learned to be an obedient victim growing up. My mom had married a guy who had become controlling and was intimidating and harsh with me. Well, he was more brutal than anyone I had ever witness in my ankle biter years. I was a curious high school student who got in on a website that plenty of the girls at school were watching. I had raging hormones and was curious. My mom was away at a girls trip and she left me with my new monster stepdad. Lucky me huh? Well the bastard was invading my privacy and was livid he found gangbang rape porn from that site I got from my friends. I tried to explain it wasn’t mine and it was a probably a prank. He didn’t believe me and he was going to teach me a lesson. I begged him please don’t tell my mom. He told me he wasn’t but he was still going to teach me a lesson. He got his cock out and began to fuck my throat. “You want to be a slut Monetta”? I will train you to be mines bitch! I couldn’t believe what was happening. I officially became my stepdads fuck toy ever since.
The Next Star of My Snuff Movies
You look like the star of snuff movies. I am looking for a leading man for my next snuff flick with a very young girl. The kind of girl who has no tits yet and a naturally bald pussy. I want to kill a really young bitch. They annoy the fuck out of me. I lack maternal instincts. But, I think a P man like you could have a use for a super young slut, right? I am thinking there are at least three holes on young sluts that you might find useful. I make the perfect accomplice and director, because I won’t give a fuck if the bitch cries or bleeds. In fact, I want her to do both. I told you I have zero maternal instincts. The way I see it, once less little slut in the world is a good thing. Annoying little cock teasers deserve to be in pictures. They deserve to be in snuff porn. They deserve to make your rape fantasies cum true. I know just where to kidnap the little beauties. I know just where to take them, so their screams cannot be heard. And, I know just how to dispose of the remains, so no one can find them again. I just need a male star. Is that you?
Born for Snuff Sex
Daddy told me all I was good for was snuff sex. Back then I never believed him. I was desperate to get out from his clutches. I ran away from home before graduating high school. All I encountered on the streets were men who made daddy look like a choir boy. Its been a decade plus some years since I ran away. The life and soul has been beat out of me. I know my calling. I was born to die a violent death. I decided to be master of my own demise. I got on the dark net to auction off my own murder. I have been planning it for months with the help of some masters who know the dark net terrain well. Do you know how many men want to make a homemade one of a kind snuff porn with me as the star? It was a live podcast for the bidding. I was telling viewers about me, about my life and the bids started coming in from all over the world. Hundreds of men want the privilege of killing a blonde bitch. Some guys commented on the numerous ways they would dispose of me. Some were more violent than others. I want violence. I want blood. I want gore. And, mostly I want pain. I should die a gruesome way. I sold my death to an Irish bloke named Ian for $1 million. There were higher bids but known quite as violent. I made my own Hostel movie. Ian is a fan of medieval torture. He showed me his dungeon full or torture devices. He even plans to skin me alive before tearing off each limb and eating my flesh I won’t know when or where, but my ultimate demise is now imminent. How would you kill me or do you prefer to watch?