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It was time for her to experience snuff sex

snuff sexShe was a virgin and completely innocent but it was definitely time for her to experience snuff sex… even if she didn’t want to. She was angelic, very beautiful so I knew that she would make me a whole lot of money. I have a lot of friends that are just as wicked as I am and they all wanted a piece of this sweet meat! I dressed her in a long sheer white nightgown that really played up her angelic looks, she was crying and so scared that she was shaking, it was like I was leading a lamb to slaughter! I pretty much just led her to the center of the room and told the men to do as they wished, that was all it took to start the slaughter. She was stripped and fucked within seconds, they had every fuck hole stuffed and bleeding it was truly a beautiful sight to see! She lasted longer than I thought she would, they were fucking her for hours before she was finally dead! In the end we fed her to the swamp, she’ll never be found there…

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No One Will Miss Me

Sadistic phone sexI’m the perfect victim. I walk the streets selling pussy, cops don’t care about hookers. They expect to find us dead in an alley. When I get in your car I’m yours to do with as you please. Wrap your hands around my throat and squeeze. Choke me, and quiet my screams. It’s all my fault, I chose this profession and I chose to get in your car. Pound my pussy with your hard cock and keep choking me. I deserve to be treated lower than trash. Bite me, slap and punch me. Make me regret getting in your car. Watch the life leave my eyes as you squeeze my neck tighter and tighter. My face will start to turn blue and squeeze my neck harder. Push my lifeless body out of your car; go home and kiss your wife. I’m a prostitute I don’t matter. No one will miss me.

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Week Two: Seven Deadly Sins: Greed

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You may be wondering how a person can be greedy with sex. In my last blog I told you about a woman who had fucked my new guy, came a bunch of times and right before my guy was going to cum she got dressed and left. Normally a guy might rant and rave and be pissed but then forget it after a while. Not my guy, he doesn’t forget.
He made a plan to kidnap the bitch and show her that greed can actually kill you. There is an old shed on some property my guy knows about. It’s not his, but he knows no one will come snooping because it is a drug manufacturers/dealers land and when he is growing, it’s well protected. My guy is buddies with the dealer so here we are. Grabbing the bitch was pretty easy, she didn’t know me. She opened the door when I knocked, I quickly shoved a needle in her thigh and injected the ketamine into her, she was unconscious almost immediately. She dropped inside her house, so I simply went in opened the garage door and we loaded her into the van. There is an old shed on the property where pot used to be grown, we put the bitch on a dolly and rolled her to it. He had made this make shift table just wide and long enough for her body. He cut all her clothes off and flung her limp body onto the table. He started strapping down from head to toe, and shoved a ball gag in her mouth. He turned and looked at me with a sly devilish smile and said “Watch this babe.” He got this contraption from the van and set it up between her legs. It had a dildo and vibe attached to it. I thought to myself…well that isn’t going to be torture really. I was wrong.
He gave her the reversing agent for the ketamine and started slapping her to come to. Once she was aware of her surroundings she tried to move and scream, but couldn’t. My guy laughed then brought his face up to hers so she could see him and he asked “Do you remember me you greedy little bitch.” She nodded her head as tears came down her cheeks. He laughed and put just a drop of lube on the big dildo, positioned the machine and guided the dildo into her pussy and the vibrator over her clit. He turned the machine on and it slowly started to move. Ahh a fucking machine. He turned the speed up to medium/high and she started to moan. He laughed again “She won’t be moaning for long.” I looked at him with confusion as we walked back to the van. “Are we leaving her there?” I asked and he nodded. Two days later he called me up and said “Let’s go visit the greedy bitch.” I agreed mostly out of curiosity. We got to the shed, and now I could see what he was doing. The fucking machine had been going for these 2 whole days. Her pussy was wrecked; there was blood all over her legs and on the floor. The fucking machine had ruptured blood vessels or something inside her vag, her insides were wrapped around the dildo as if it had gotten so dry it just ripped right out of her. She was dead. Fucked to death.

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Snuff Sex Dinner

snuff sexSnuff sex? It’s too final for me.  I mean snuff equals death, right?  He said we were just simulating a snuff scenario. I didn’t have a choice. He is a man. Men are always in control, at least with me. I’m just a blonde bimbo, right? I’m not good for anything but fucking, sucking and abusing. When I arrived, I was ordered to disrobe. It was time for a naked inspection. Him and his friends inspected me for body hair and cleanliness. I had very specific orders on how I was to appear before arrival. Clean, shaved and sans any make up, perfume or jewelry. Once I passed inspection, I was escorted to the basement with several other women. Someone was cooking something. I could smell the aroma. Sweet with herbs. It was hard to imagine we were being served dinner. When we arrived at the bottom of the stairs, we all gasped when we realized we were going to be dinner. Big caldrons of water hanging over open flames with girls already cooking. Have you ever smelled cooking flesh? Apples were placed in our mouths. A masked man rubbed us down with a butter and olive oil mixture. Another man sprinkled herbs on us. I sat there scared knowing I was simply waiting my turn to be cooked to death. I felt a strange mix of fear and satisfaction. If going to die, at least I knew I would make a satisfying meal. What are your cannibalism phone sex fantasies?

Snuff sex is sick twisted fun!

snuff sexSnuff sex is sick, twisted fun and I can’t get enough of it! Yesterday though, I kind of outdid myself. My neighbor’s daughter was having a sleepover, all those teen girls were over there by themselves and there was no way I could pass an opportunity like that up! I called a few friends up and we broke in over there together, we were completely silent because they were all still awake. They were all in the girl’s bedroom so it was easy to take all their cell phones and restrain them so we could take turns fucking them all. They were all “good girls” they had no idea what to even do with a cock… hell, most of them had probably never even seen a dick before! That didn’t stop us from fucking all their tight holes and using them until they were all broken and bleeding. The were begging for their lives but I couldn’t leave any witnesses, I lived next door for christ’s sake! We shot them all and left… I even did the neighborly thing and called the police to report the gunshots…

Seven weeks of the Seven Deadly Sins

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As we come into a new week I had an idea of how to spend the next 7 weeks or so with you exploring the 7 deadly sins and see where it can take us. I am hoping for a deep dark journey into every nook and cranny of snuff…in a 7 deadly sins motif.
I wasn’t sure what to start with, envy, lust, pride…7 to choose from, 7 to salivate and bite your lip over. Lust almost seems too obvious for us don’t you think? So let’s start with a truly retched one. Gluttony, I don’t want to give too much away for the first edition of 7 weeks of deadly sins. I will tell you this. You know how fat is always the tastiest part of almost everything? That ring of gristle on the edge of your steak, that pork chop with the tasty rim of fat. Maybe we’ll let our gluttonous whore really taste some gristle.

Snuff Porn Cannibalism

snuff pornI don’t just watch snuff porn. I make it. I had fun recently making a cannibalism snuff film. Yeah, that is a thing. Lots of men fantasize about eating the flesh of sexy young women. Well, sometimes women fantasize about spit roasting men over an open flame until he is a nice golden brown. Spit roasting means two things: it is a gay term when a fag gets fucked in the ass and mouth at same time. In my dark world, however, it means barbecue. I invited some sexy female pals over the other night for my first official BBQ of the season. The main course was a pig from New York City. An investment banker who defrauded several of my good friends out of a lot of money with some bogus investment scheme. Stupid as fuck. He came over thinking I wanted to invest too. Greed was the death of him. I thought my friends might really enjoy having him for dinner; literally having him for dinner. When they arrived, he was naked with a spear through his ass and mouth, tied up over the fire pit. He was doused in a butter garlic sauce with some onions and potatoes adorning his body. You don’t fuck with my friends and get away with it. He got a piece of each of them when he stole their retirement funds, so I decided they should have a piece of him, inside of them. No one was shocked by the lengths I had gone for revenge. All girls secretly want a sick bitch friend like me. I started the cooking process. The flame was perfect. Our dinner browned evenly. He smelled delicious. He was going to feed us for weeks. Once he was thoroughly cooked, I cut of some rump off for us, but the main meal was his cock and balls. Way better than Rocky Mountain oysters. We drank wine, laughed over the fact that his final act was a good deed-feeding a group of friends. My first BBQ of the season was a success. Now, I just need to decided who my next pig to roast will be. Maybe, it will be you.

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I killed her just for fun!

snuff sexI had no plans yesterday except to just kinda sit around relaxing when some dumb bitch fell in my lap and all my plans changed. She was just looking for a phone to use cus her car broke down, I was happy to let her in cus I knew as soon as I saw her that she was never going to leave my house alive. I told her the phone was in my back room and the dumb bitch followed me in there with no hesitation… until she saw the blood streaked walls and floor. Then she started freaking the fuck out but I just hit her over the head and knocked her out. When she woke up she was tied to my rack and completely naked, she was terrified and I loved it! I took my time and killed her slowly, savoring every moment of her pain… guess she should have knocked on someone else’s door huh?

Sex Trafficking Whore

Snuff phone sex MaceyMy Master knows the owner of a very high-end sex trafficking ring and they asked him to let them use me for a night for one of their VIP clients. It took Master a little while to think about it and consider whether he wanted me to be used and abused in such a prolific way, but he ended up agreeing to sell me and let his friend know that their driver could come and pick me up. I was really scared because i’ve never been sold to a sex trafficking company before, but Master assured me that everything would be okay and that I would be back to him the following evening once they were done using me. The driver took me straight to a hotel room and the VIP was there with sexy, lacy black lingerie laid out on the bed for me to change into. He was a big, burly and scary looking man and he used force with shoving me into the lingerie while he touched me all over. I was crying because he was being such a fucking asshole and I didn’t like the feeling of his hands on my body! He made me lay on the bed and tied my ankles and wrists super tightly to all four of the bed posts. He had a tool box that he opened and smiled at as he told me he was going to have some fun with my tight holes. He took the monkey wrench and clamped it on to my clit while he shoved the handle of a hammer up my tight asshole. The handle was covered in splinters and I could feel them all stabbing into my insides while he rammed it in and out of me. I was cowering and quivering in pain but he didn’t give a fuck, the more I squirmed around, the hornier it made him! I ended up passing out from the pain and when I woke up I was covered in blood and cut open. He had fallen asleep next to me on the bed and then suddenly woke up and said that it was time for me to go back to my Master. I was so happy to leave his sinister ways.

Snuff Sex Blair

snuff sexSnuff sex Saturday night is how I now remember this past Saturday. I was partying with some guys I met at some hole in the wall bar. I was drunk and high of course. I have no relocation of how I got from the bar to the graveyard. One of the guys thought because it was a full moon it would be cool to fuck amongst the dead. I was getting my ass nailed bent over an old Civil War tombstone, when some guys approached us. At first, we thought the police or security guards. Apparently grave robbers still exist. Dead bodies are used to smuggle drugs across state lines. They look for the fresh grave, snatch the body then take it over to Mexico to be “buried.” I only knew this info because they tied us up and I understand Spanish. They thought they could kills us, have very fresh bodies to use as drug mules. They were going to kill us, until one of my cohorts offered up me as a dirty sex mule in exchange for their lives. They fucked my ass like I was an ass rape porn star to see if my ass was tight. Can’t have their smack falling out of my ass. I got slammed in the ass with a dead body next too me and many more under me. I was afraid they would kill me, so I said I would help them smuggle anything up my ass. They fisted me too with the arm of the corpse. I had a dead limb up my ass, but I knew if I complained I would be dead. I was drunk, not stupid. I like the thought of being a drug mule, actually; a live one though. I’m a druggy whore, so shoving smack up my ass might get me even fucking higher. They took my driver’s license and branded my ass so I belong to some grave robbing drug cartel now. I can’t wait to start smuggling coke and smack across state lines; but something tells me my world is about to change.